The Perfect Daughter
I’m sorry for not being beautiful
Tangled black hair and plain brown eyes
Are far from the prettiest sight
I’m sorry for not working harder
Fainting and black circles around my eyes
Aren’t an excuse to not try
I’m sorry for not being better
Bright red scars line my arms
Feelings of inadequacy led to self harm
I’m sorry for not understanding
That you couldn’t ever be proud of me
I wouldn’t either, if I had a child so ugly
I’m sorry for feeling inadequate
Failing and failing time after time
You think that crying is a crime
I’m sorry for not being the best
I know you wouldn’t hesitate to give me away for a quarter
If in return you got the perfect daughter