Underappreciated

You never accepted me, or the way I am. I bet you wished I was someone else, and someone who gave a damn.

I tried to make you proud, but I'm never good enough. You continue to think that everything I say, I make it all up.

But I do want you to be proud and appreciate me. But it's not use anymore because I'm not happy as you cannot see.

You always wonder why I wish I was somewhere else. You always ask me why I leave my pain to myself.

I've always lived my life the way you want me to. I've never got to know myself, neither have you.

The whole time I was hear, it's be what you want. I can't choose who I want to be or what I've been taught

I don't know who, or what I am, because you stopped me from being it. If only you can see the pain I have within.

I wish I can look you in the eye, and tell me that I'm not happy here. But you'll just say, "FOR ALL WE'VE DONE, YOU DON'T WANT US NEAR!?"

It goes on, and it never stops even though I try. Nothing but dirty, black tears fall from these eyes.

I'm sorry I'm not perfect, and I'm not the best in the world. I'm sorry that I'm no longer a little girl.

I grown up, too bad for you. You'll just have to deal with it, because you'll have to deal with what I go through.

You have to deal with the fact I'm not happy in this place. You must admit, theres never a smile on my face.

I go to my mom because she understands. I can't talk to you because you'll yell and tell me I won't succeed even when I know I can.

If you just give me a chance, to prove I'm not a pain. Maybe my teenage ways will stop making you go insane.

Before I leave, I'll let you know.
It wasn't the gifts, money, clothes, or the room; it was lack of being proud to show.