Good Daughter

Tue, 05/21/2024 - 00:29 -- marxcyn

I have never done anything wrong

I was a good daughter.

I never lashed out.

I sat quietly in the corner.

I was silently living

Waiting for the day.

But why does it feel like it's never enough?

I was still ridiculed

I was painted as the dramatic one.

Craving attention and physical touch from others when you refused.

When the ones you were supposed to trust broke you the most.

How can I be a better daughter?











*original on wattpad

This poem is about: 
My family
Our world


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