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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Musings on Life from a Dead Girl
Poetry#2 in poetry July 2024 Poetry about the life of a girl.