The Perfect daughter.

By , Vancouver, WA
The perfect daughter, I’m non excitant I don’t matter
I don’t belong here It’s there world not mine.
My mother is a mother to all but me she looks upon me with shame
I am no longer her daughter I’m a stranger in my home I don’t want to be here I’m forced to be here. I am prisoner in my own home.





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