The idealistic daughter you dreamed me to be

is fading from your ever-perfect memory.

With a bar set too high for my pitiful aim

I've let you down time and time again.

The unreachable expectations have led me

to fail at who you hoped I would be.

I've dropped the ball too many times to keep track,

all of your aspirations of me I lack

and yet,

I'm beginning to feel as if nothng has fallen at all.

That each failure I produced to you

made me grow a little more successful to me.

That each characteristic you so seemingly despise

are those constructed from all your lies.

Each ball dropped was from your clumsy hands. 

Each blame has been mine in attempt to make you proud,

but all you've done is given me the opportunity to exceed

those expectations and be a better me

than anyone else ever asked me to be.

And I will bleed more raw blood from my cracks

than any of you could have ever dreamed.

Lacking the courage to face yourselves and the damages

you've cause with your expectaions,

but not strong enough to see

that each and every bump and bruise

has lead me to become more useful to this world

than you ever wanted me to be.

Weak and accepting is all you longed for

but free I've broken and I'm finally proud to say

I will never be the person you craved of me.

I promise you,

but more importantly myself,

that I will have a stronger mind,

a thicker spine,

and a broken heart that will love more than you ever could.

Yes dear,

I promise I will be better being

exactly who I want to be.