Your daughter, with your thin eyebrows, round face, and anxiety
You always said that we were alike, that I was your clone
Everywhere I go, like it or not, I carry a part of you in me
Terrified of turning out just like you, prideful and alone
Your daughter, who just wanted you to be happy and find peace
Who would have traded anything for you to finally get it
Now taking pills to recover from what you did, like a disease
Blaming all my issues on the words you used to cut me
Your daughter, who, although it is sad and embarrassing
Cannot just let it go, cannot stop longing for a mother
She was my world and first love from the very beginning
So I am still secretly hoping that she will change
And that I'll believe her.
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