My parents deserve someone better than me. Ever since I was young, I was labeled the liar, the villain, and the rebel child. If they only allowed me to speak up for myself, would it become much easier to be their daughter? My words and emotions are always invalidated. Tell me, How can I speak for myself when they all see or hear lies?
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn?
Well, that’s all right, because I like the way it hurts.
To the point where I got used to it ever since I was young, my parents would never listen to what I wanted to say, and they would always turn the table. I’m sorry, parents; I’m not the child you always wanted me to be.
My family can be the worst, but at the same time, they can be the best.
If there’s a chance to give a second life, I hope I can give all the love I would love to give. Maybe by then, I can love you better in another universe. Because in this lifetime, all I can do is apologize. I couldn’t be the perfect daughter you always wanted me to be.
