I'm Done

May 10, 2009
By Anonymous

You don’t understand me; you probably never will.
Things you don’t like about me, they make you ill.
I don’t care what you think; your opinion doesn’t really matter.
You turn simple things complicated, making my life so much harder.

You say you love me, and I do know it’s true.
But you don’t show it the right way, with all the things you do.
You never listen to me; my words have no meaning.
The things you say to me make me want to tell you I’m leaving.

You’re pushing me over the edge; pretty soon I’ll decide to walk out.
Maybe then you’ll understand, but with that I have doubt.
You think I’m just like you, but there you’re very wrong.
Keep telling me all my flaws’ eventually I’ll be long gone.

I’m sorry I’m not perfect, flawless, like you.
Nobody ever is, but I guess I’m wrong there too.
You want me to be the perfect daughter, to meet your expectations.
You’re like a ruler, expecting loyalty, obedience, and respect from his nations.

Well I’ll tell you right now, that’s not what you’re going to get.
Not ‘til you stop breaking me down, treating me like someone you wish you hadn’t met.
I’m not your ally, your sidekick in this fight.
Thinking of how much you expect from me, it’s hard to sleep at night.

You need to back off, and just leave me alone.
Living here with you like this, it isn’t home.
Straighten yourself up, and I’ll tell you this again:
No matter what, I’ll still always love you in the end.

The author's comments:
This was about a personal experiences with my father.

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