Who am I?
Who am I, so you can always yell at me?
Who am I, so you can always hurt me?
Who am I, so you can talk to me like you want?
Who am I, so you can let me feel loved and hated at the same time?
Who am I?
Am I your lazy daughter?
Your slave?
Your reason to bully me?
Is my existence your death?
Is my existence your reason to hate?
Am I the reason you are ill?
Am I the reason to hate everyone?
To hurt me?
Or is there an other reason?
If yes, please tell me.
Cause I'm feeling sick of being the perfect daughter.
The perfect sister.
The perfect friend.
I'm sick of being me.
I can't wait till the day comes and I'm away.
