Daughter

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I am not a five year old anymore

I'm sorry I went from liking pink and purple to black and white

I went from wanting to be a princess to wanting to be famous

I'm sorry I ask for a lot of things

I'm sorry i'm not the perfect daughter you wanted

I went from a social butterfly to an antisocial shadow

I went from not caring about my body to being so ashamed of what I look like

I'm sorry that you don't know I don't eat a lot

I'm sorry that I force throw up everything I eat

I look at myself and I always think

Wow mom must really love you

She has to deal with your shit everyday

Maybe she loves you

Maybe she doesn't

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