I'm sorry mom, if I have failed your expectation.
If I became the person I am today.
I started rebelling after you died.
I felt that I also died after weeks and months I cried
I didn't know what to do after what happened.
I still think I'm stuck with the age of fifteen
I want your caring and loving mother
I miss how you scold and make me food to eat after
I wish I ate the breakfast you gave that day
And told you I wasn't okay
I should've hugged you tighter
I wish I could've been a better daughter
