January 18th 2019
You call me disrespectful,
when all I try to do is respecting others.
You scream at my face telling me I'm selfish,
when all I do is making sure the people around me are happy.
You say I never listen,
meanwhile others always says the opposite.
You always say I'm mad and cranky
when in reality I'm just exhausted and too tired to do anything.
And you always seem to find new ways to bring me down.
I'm never good enough to be your daughter.
The way I dress is wrong, the color on my clothing is horrible.
When my hair was black, you told me I looked better with blonde hair.
When I started to bleach my hair again, you told me that you actually thought my black hair was hideous and unattractive because it made me look pale and too much like my mother.
Because that's the worst thing for you.
People telling me in front of you how much I look like my mother.
You keep commenting on my weight, how I should start exercising to feel better about myself..
"Girls who exercise is more attractive to the guys", you told me.
In front of other people you always brag about me, how I'm the perfect daughter.
You tell them about how smart I am and how successful I am.
Behind closed doors I'm an ungrateful, selfish bitch.
If someone tries to stand up for me against you, you tell me it's because I manipulate them.
Because who would ever agree with me, when there's you on the other side?
When will I ever be enough for you?
YOU ARE READING
A look inside my diary
PoetryDealing with mental illnesses such as depression and anxiety, writing in my diary has been a good coping mechanism for me. I thought I would share some of the things I've written, to spread awareness about mental health. I am NOT doing this to get...
