A/N- Okay, so I wanted to do a little drabble about what goes through Juliet’s head when she thinks about her mom and how perfect she expected her to be. So, here it goes. It sort of came out of nowhere. I own nothing! Very, insanely short!

Here’s the Truth, Mommy

So, my defenses are paper- thin. Would it really matter which lies I tell you, just as long as I don’t touch the truth?

Lessening the wrongdoings I’ve committed against

You…

Myself…

Everyone… won’t cancel out my being wrong. So why can’t you just listen to the truth for once, just…

Listen to me, watch my smoke signals.

I need help!

I need rescue!

Why is it that the only person you’ll “help” is the person that doesn’t need it?

My alias… my paper- thin defense?

Here’s the truth mommy.

My life has been reduced to an actor in your theater production.

I’m your little marionette. Please… cut my strings. Let me be real, why can’t you handle real?

Am I that much of a disappointment?

Your precious, glass ornament has shattered, mommy. Help me pick up the pieces. No, don’t sweep them under the rug where all the secret weight- loss magazines and diet pills lie! I can’t go back there!

I can’t be your perfect, little daughter when perfection is a word without meaning.

A/N- Review? Please?