Mom, wy were we created to only stay here foreever, I whish I could move. Well sweaty, we were born like this for a reason. We were born to serve the tired by letting them lean on us. Baby just be thankfull you were created. But mom, everybody has a purpose and I want to be an artist not a tool. Well, you cant because you cant move, so it is better for you to be quiet and serve the tired. I hate you mom, you always make my dreams bitter. This is why I have always hated you mother.
Why*
Forever* wish* sweetie*