The Daughter That Wasn't A Daughter

I used to be your daughter,  

Way back when, 

Back in the day,  

When everything was okay.  

You loved and accepted me for who I was, 

And never questioned me about a thing. 

What happened to all of that? 

Now all you do is yell and fuss at me, 

Questioning me about what I wear & why I wear it, 

Not liking anything I do,

I get no support from you. 

You're always mad at me, 

Even when I cook, I can't get a simple "thank you". 

I only hear the words "I love you" on 3 occasions: 

Your birthday, Mother's Day, & Christmas, 

When I get you something or cook dinner, 

But you tell your other children & you husband before you get off the phone with them, 

I just get a simple "ok bye". 

Am I even your daughter? 

No I'm not.

I'm just a disappointment in your life who you're always mad at. 

You wonder why I do what I do? 

Because I want attention! 

I want you to see me for who I am, 

And accept me for who I am, 

Am I even your daughter?

Sometimes I truly do forget what you tell me, 

And I forget what to do, 

But if the others do, you huff & tell them what you say,

With me, it's a whole different play. 

It's like I'm invisible, but then, I'm not.

The house isn't clean, you come screaming at me. 

I have an event that I want you to come to, 

Your busy & don't force anybody else to go, 

But let another one of your children have an event, 

You put down everything & force everybody to go.

Am I even your daughter anymore? 

I don't like wearing makeup, 

And I don't wear dresses.

I don't think I'm anywhere near beautiful or pretty, 

So I don't care anymore.

You use to tell me all the time that I was pretty & I believed it, 

But let me get some twist in my hair & I look like a dike. 

Am I your daughter anymore? 

We don't have a relationship anymore, 

Car rides are dead silent if you don't have a preacher on the radio. 

There's a whole lot to talk about but I can't say anything, 

Simply because it's you & you're going to fuss I don't want to get into a car accident, so I keep to myself. 

There is one guy I really like but you'll never know, 

Because when I talk about any guy you fuss,  

And how I need to concentrate on school & graduating, getting out of the house. 

Trust & believe me, I really want to get an apartment, & stay out.

Of a house where I'm nowhere welcomed, 

Or even feel like I'm a part of the family,  

Am I your daughter anymore? 

No I'm not. 

I'm just here on this earth to live life, raised by two people who "made" me, 

And am supposed to look up to you two & do as you say,  

So one day you can look back & say "I did a great job raising you". 

But am I your daughter?