You see me as just being trivial and cross, but once again I'm at a lose of words. I do so much to try to make you happy, to try to make you want me as a daughter.
But it's days like these, bittersweet, where I find myself unable to put my love into action.
Your always so tired and I try to serve you, but if I do something wrong I just get lectured to. Like I'm some type of rebel child, Like I'm messed up in every way of my life.
Like I just make mistakes and ill never live up to your expectations. Times when I know I'm right and you reject me and we fight. The difference is I fight with gentle words, to try to make you think, and let me be heard.
But every word that spews from your mouth is another knife, another dark cloud. So on days like these that by now I'm used to, I struggle to forgive you.
