You can never be happy with me, you always have some correction to make.
You tell me i have no confidence
You tell me i don't play well enough
My grades never quite make your mark.
I should be perfectly happy with myself, but for some reason I'm not.
All the other parents tell me how well i played, how polite i am, ...how perfect i am.
That should satisfy me right?
For some reason you are the only one i wish i could hear that from.
As i get older the criticism and scars just increase, you make me feel like a beast.
I can no longer deal with this pain, I can no longer play this game.
Daddy I loved you, but why couldn't you have stopped her.
Sis couldn't you have even tried to protect me.
But as i leave this hell hole of a life i just wanted to say, I'm sorry i could not be the shinning star you expected I'm sorry i was not as good as all the other girls.
As you find this note next to me in the bathtub filled with crimson blood, don't even cry, don't even try to pretend like you cared.
As i watch you from heaven, perusing your perfect life, don't even worry about me because i will be alright.
