Fallen Daughter
Searching for what is wrong with me.
Why is it so hard?
Neverending question if I did something wrong.
I remeber happiness and unconditional love, but that was years ago. . .
So what did I do wrong?
I was ony 11 years old, please tell me why.
All I wanted was to make you proud.
Alas, I never could...
In return I learned what no child should ever have to,
that at any moment your mom could stop loving you.
From the constant yelling to impossible demands.
Starting to beome one of the fallen instead of on the rise.
Learning to never show emotion, the wrath was much worse if so.
This fallen daughter didn't know where to go.
Going through time unloved..
Fallen daughter learing how to be.
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