Wishing On The Stars

I TRY

i try and try.
but i'm never good enough
i'm just another disappointment
to have for a child
another thing to take out your anger at life at
i'm just your punching bag
oh let's train to fight
i'm just the person you insult all the time
i don't think
i've ever had a genuine
compliment from you
i'm just here,
i should be the perfect daughter but i'm not
i don't know what your definition of perfect is
but it's definitely not mine
i
try
do you even notice
how i'm breaking inside
each time
you contradict me
to make sure you're right
you love perfection
and that's everything i'm not
you deny it
every time i tell
you how i feel
or you twist it back to me
to what i've done wrong
i'm afraid to confide in you
it backfires on me each time
you hate my opinions
you hate my voice
will i ever be free
from you telling me
how much better i can be
will we ever be a family?