Depressing thoughts of a 16 year old girl

How She Really Feels

It's okay mom, I know how you really feel. I know it isn't a feeling of being proud, and I know you aren't happy. I know I don't try hard enough and I know I'm not good enough. You don't have to keep lying to make me feel better I know you think of me as a slut.

I mean, it's obvious when every time I go somewhere you have to mention not to do anything "stupid." Not to do anything "sexual." Mom I don't do this why can't you just believe me.

Please tell me why it seems no matter what I do you aren't proud of me. When I made it into the high choir at my school you barely said a word, barely smiled. Mom I have been waiting to get in since I was 13.

I'm sorry I can't find the motivation to get up in the morning so I'm always making you late to work. I'm sorry, but please stop looking at me like a disappointment.

I'm sorry I didn't grow up to be into soccer like you, I'm sorry I tried all these sports but ended up being a waste of money. I'm sorry I don't dress girly and I don't act like it either.

I'm sorry you had to raise a child that has nothing you can be proud of.