Everything, I do is never enough.
I try to please you mom.
I am everything I can be.
Nothing more.
Yet nothing pleases you.
You always want more
Nothing is enough.
My looks,
You like but always pick a fight
My body, you compare.
My hair. My intelligence
Im nothing compared to you
Never will be the daughter you want
Yet you say that I mean everything
I please you all the time
Im confused
I don't understand why the preassure
Why the need to satisfy what you don't have
Sometimes I wonder.
If you mean the things you say
Other times I cry. Because I make you mad, or make you sad.
And then times I cry, and don't know why.
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