I hate you.
I know you feel the same,
I always knew.

You treated me,
like I was nothing,
like I was something that wasn’t yours.

But the truth is,
I am yours,
and you can’t deny that.

Never Could.
I’m your flesh and blood,
I have your nose.

And some say your smile.
But do you really have a smile?
I don’t think I’ve ever seen it.

Even when we ate our morning breakfast,
eggs and grapefruit and rye toast.
I was the only one who liked rye toast.

Yet you still treated me,
like I was nothing,
like I didn’t matter.

But I do matter,
I have to right?
I’m your daughter.

And I love you.