Good Daughter
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:
Me
My family
Our world