My hair is the same color...
Except I dyed it red.
My voice is the same...
I don\'t say the same phrases.
My eyes are the same.
They have seen horrible things, cried so many tears late at night.
My smile...the one thing that isn\'t the same...hers lit up a room...mine goes unnoticed.
Her laugh was contagious, mine isn\'t worthy.
to you I will never be good enough. im nothing more than a poor excuse of the daughter you once had.
Sometimes i wish it was me instead of her.
Other times i look at the love i have found.
At the people who only see me as a happy person.
They know and they see it.
To them I am worthy.
To them I am a Person.
They aren\'t Blood...They aren\'t my \"family\"
But they love me more than my real family.
I am good enough for a happy life.
I am good enough for someone to love me.