Little Angel

i am not mommy's little angel. maybe i was once, but i've lost my halo. i can't be who she wants. though i've tried, i can't change my faults. i don't like pink dresses or butterflies. i could say that i do, but i'd be living lies. i'm not social and outgoing like her. but trusting anyone, is a recipe for hurt. only when she drinks does she say, she's proud of me. if said sober, it would've mattered. but instead, my heart gets shattered. i'm sorry i can't be your perfect princess. all i seem to cause, is more distress. nor can i be the perfect daughter. it seems impossible, like mixing oil and water. together, we are strangers. i'm sorry i'm your little angel...no longer.