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by GABRiELLExEMiRA Mar 21, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / other
Guess i fcked up again its the one thing I'm good at i cant sing, I'm not smart cant even hit a ball with a bat you just cant be proud cause I'm your imperfect daughter I'm the one the neighbors talk about and say "they should have taught her" i cant be good enough no matter how hard i try all you do is ridicule and yell and scream till i cry i do everything wrong northing's ever right i mess everything up even when i try with all my might i cant be your favorite even for one day it frustrates me so that i have to be this way I'm probably the kid you wish you never had I'm sorry i ruin your life i dint mean to be so bad i really do try to be what you want me to be but it seems impossible to change into someone other than me so just keep yelling your pretty good at it i dint know what to do but sit here and take your sh*t
by Montse
I love this poem. I could relate so easily. I hate my mother. I love the last stanza.