Eyes
I could see the disappointment
Shining through her eyes
Her words slashing at me like a knife
Each word specifically designed to hurt me
She deserved more
Than a daughter like me
The resentment growing inside her
It grew more apparent each day
I was nothing she wanted in a daughter
She had in mind perfection
I am nothing but imperfection
She tries to hide it
The spite she has for me
Behind each smile
Behind each hug behind each gift
Behind each “I love you”
Because each day I grow
Into something she did not have in mind
Nothing hurts me more
Than seeing her avert her eyes
That used to be filled with love
When I walk into the room
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