Those hands hurt less than the words that would follow. The physical was easier than the the tears I had to swallow.
Your words were mean, evil and judging. You were my mother, what was I expecting?
I tried my best to be the perfect daughter, happy, cheerful, a perfect role model. Do this do that, anything for you to like me, but still, all I'd hear was "You're not doing enough, you disappoint me!"
What was I doing wrong, am I a bad daughter, a bad person, not a good role model? Was I born unlovable, ugly, useless, or maybe, it's you who's insecure and lonely.
It's kind of funny it took me so long, to realize it was you all along. You tried to make me be perfect because you never were, in the end, you doomed us both. I realized it's you, not me who's at fault, but I still miss you, and want you to give me a hug.
I'm bitter and sad, angry from the bottom of my heart, but I want you to accept me, hold me, smile at me and call me your daughter. All I want is your love, why can't you give that and just, be a good mom.
I found two fathers, they love me more than you ever did. God, I wish I could say that was a lie. Please peove me wrong. I miss you so much. Hold me in your arms, I want to feel your touch. Just one last time, that's all I ask for. You and me, just once more.
