Daughter
So many words
So many tears
broke me
for a reason
I hate the way
you look at me
like I am a piece of trash
you just happened to have
I want to be loved
so I try harder to be
a better daughter
So many tears
broke me
for a reason
I hate the way
you look at me
like I am a piece of trash
you just happened to have
I want to be loved
so I try harder to be
a better daughter
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When I wrote this poem I was a teenager. My mom always had a favorite and as you can see I was the black sheep.