The Letter

To my dearest mother
To my dearest father
I'm sorry that I was
Such a bother

I didn't know I did wrong
I wanna make things right
I don't want to yell anymore
I don't want to fight

I wanted to say I'm sorry
For all the things Ive done
Families aren't suppose to shout
Shouting is no fun

I never wanted to listen
To any thing you'd request
I guess when you hurt me
You only thought it was best

When you threw me in the closet
With a hard hitting whirl
I made a promise then
That I would be a good girl

I did everything you wanted
And anything I was told
I became your Cinderella
Hoping to avoid the scold

I wished please you
With all the work I did
But you weren't satisfied; not at all
So again I began the bid

I tried and tried
I don't know what else to do
What is your wish?
What pleases you?

I began to think
What makes them happy the most?
Was it candy, presents, ice cream?
Or a walk along a sandy coast?

I then knew what it was
The thing that made them happy
I must be right; nothing else...
How could I have been so sappy?

So to my dearest mother
And to my dearest father
By the time you read this; it'll be too late
Love from heaven, your daughter