Omnipresent...

I really, really, really hope that my mom can't see or know what I'm up to.
I know what everyone says. "Oh, she'll be with you always."
Um, I hope not. Is she with me in the bathroom? Does she watch me be 'intimate' with Anthony?
I'm blushing... profusely! at the thought.

Does she know that I once loved a girl more than I've ever loved a boy?
Does she know that I won't be as close to 'them' because of their gossip about me?
Does she know that I wrote off about twenty friends, including my 'bestie' -
All because I would rather have a few close ones than the inquiring questions of
Fake, processed, and self-absorbed beasts?

I wonder... does she approve? Did she know all along?
Does she know I have higher hopes than working all of my life?
That when I see women with Tiffany bracelets and yachts, I think, that will be me?
I hope not. If she knows my thoughts... she knows how truly self-centered I am.
And that's not how she raised me.