I was always looking for acceptance from the mother. But, she was unable to give this.

Towards the end of my life, I realise that she (and the father) set me up for a "life time of unrequited love"

And a lifetime of hiding, for to become "the mother" would be to cease to exist

We were made to survive for a reason, by the one who loves us. But I hope that I find my true home before too long. Because I don't belong in this world, I never really did,

To those who care (all here) don't worry, I'm safe, I'm a survivor.