I wake each day before the sun,
Working hard until it’s done.
Books and chores, I give my best,
But all they see is when I’ve messed.
A single slip, and voices rise,
My heart breaks under harsh replies.
They never see the effort poured,
Only the faults they can’t ignore.
I don’t need praise for all I do,
Just a moment, a glance that’s true.
For once, I want them to see me clear,
And say, "We’re proud of you, my dear."
