Choose me
What happened to me? did I just become an option and not a priority I came first I cared and grew up first Mom was it so hard to choose me to appreciate me to be with me all the tike it was her just her was she your only daughter and I didn't have a clue was I just a pawn and this was a game to you I remember your words useless hypocrite a disappointment and sometimes I wonder are you my mom? im sorry I'm not a photocopy of your perfect daughter perfect act. I'm sorry I'm real and I don't lie to your face I'm sorry I'm me growing up you said be yourself and being myself is easy but it costs me right now in my room I'm seated on the floor lonely if I go put you said go inside do the chores last time I checked I was your daughter not maid not anger reliever just your DAUGHTER
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