What You Want

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I'm sorry I can't read your mind

I'm sorry that I have hopes and dreams, and opinions that don't match up with yours

I'm sorry that I don't know what you want before you say it

I'm sorry that I'm not the daughter you wanted

I'm sorry that I'm not good enough

I'm sorry 

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

How many times do I have to say it?

It's not my fault.

It's not my fault that you forgot where you put something

Or that I don't walk fast enough for you

That I feel unwell sometimes

Or that I have anxiety

how do you expect me to just know everything that you know when you've never bothered to teach me

How am I expected to know anything when all your teaching consists of is screaming

What do you want from me?

A lump of clay that you can form in your own image

I'm sorry dad but I can't be what you want any more.

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