I might look young, but i think i’m old enough.

i’ll talk like a grown lady,

to fight for what i want.

listen to me mom…

for the past 6 years of my life i’ve played barbies and dolls.

There are certain memories about you with me.

All i remeber is you yelling and saying,

“kid, what is this mess!,

clean! clean! clean!”

or maybe it’s the,

“when are you gonna listen!

you are just like your father.”

not counting the times that when i get a boo boo you send me away.

“Go,

go play with your cousins, i’m talking to your aunt."

why mom. why? mama i want a hug every now and then.

i wish you gave me a kiss as you arrived home.

i have a scar you probably don’t know about.

it’s not in my physical body,

but it’s inside my heart.

mama, am i disapointment to you?

i try to not make noise when you’re asleep.

i feed the fish.

i brush my teeth without you telling me to.

am i really a bad kid?

i clean my room.

mama, it looks clean.

i’m sorry if you hate me.

i love you mom.

i really do.

all i want from you is attention.

But apparently i cannot have it from my favorite person.