The bodies in the graveyard of my mind.

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How do I explain to her that though I love her her words hurt?

how can I tell her what I'm thinking when I know exactly what she will say?

How do i tell her, that though i know she appreciates what i do i feel like she doesn't?

I love her so much but she tells me to do things all the time.

and I do them without complaint, then she expects me to do things she hadn't asked.

I know I sound dramatic but I suppose that is my fault.

I want to be the perfect daughter she can't possibly complain about.

But I'm so close to breaking down into tears for no reason, but when she asks if I'm okay all I can do is say yes.

perhaps I'm just a moody teenager,

but this is my story, and I like life dramatic.