Mother

You speak who I am,
But say who I'm not.
You don't give a damn.
I'm always put on the spot.

You see my face,
But not the face of me.
My mind is in space,
Some where, where you cant see.

You always look at the bad,
in my life.
Every thing I had,
Is gone in spite.

I hope you hear these words I speak.
I am your daughter, but you don't have me.
You don't give me the respect that I earned.
The end of this match, has just burned.

I would tell you more,
But it's too much for you to store.
In your mind, you will never find,
The daughter you left behind.