Daughter
They call me a gift
That when I was born i saved their life
That Nikolas has left
6 months after the tragedy
That I was born with a responsibility
That I should be a light
Here I am now,
A woman, and still growing
I feel like I cause troubles
Enough to break the bonds
of trust between myself and my mother
Here I am now
A woman, and still growing
I feel like I've caused enough pain
To gray his hairs prematurely
That comes with rebellion against his will
What kind of daugher am I?
I want to be a good daughter
That all I have is selfish
And the responsibility
Of keeping the light
Has ignited in heated anger
When criticized and blamed
As parents do when they want the best
for their child
Instead I reached out in rebellion
Tasted the wet dirt of street corner
With scars physical for life
Mental bruises unwanted
That they try to keep me from
What can I do to give them the best?
For everything they have done has built me to who I am for the future
That their love I will always miss
Nomatter how many miles away
I may stray
I have to grow up now
I want to let go
I want to search and explore
They raised me a lady
and a daughter they love
forever
i'll be