Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Sanka

I stopped off at the market today after work

I asked for requests

My sister wanted instant coffee

I spent $9 on coffee

I bought the brand she used to love

The most expensive brand

It wasn't good enough

It never is

Nothing I do or give to me family ever will be

To them I will never be perfect no matter how hard I try

I will always be this

A broken, weak girl that walks too slowly and cries too much

I will never be the daughter or sister that they want

I could give them their weight in silver, and they'd complain it wasn't gold

I could give them Sanka and they'd ask for Folger's.