Pages of my soul

You could've learned

What did I do to deserve for you to be so cruel

I'm your daughter for god's sake, But I guess I'm a fool

For believing you could learn to be a mother

For believing that you would love your daughter

But I don't know how I didn't realize over the years

That you never cared or tried to dry my tears

You were always stuck up in your own narcissistic ass

To even care enough to attend a parenting class

When you locked me in the garage because I made you mad

When you didn't like me playing games so you called me bad

When you chased me with angry words and wooden sticks

Do you remember how old I was? I was ten, eight and six

Maybe I wasn't born to be a daughter

(I never did learn how to be obedient)

But you could've learned to be a better mother.

Instead you made me subservient.