I’m not what you wanted, Mom. Face it.

You want skinny, and perky, and probably blonde

And I can’t give you any of those things.

You want tan, and flawless, with a hot boyfriend

None of that is me.

You wanted all that, and got stuck with

Social anxiety, some mild depression, and heavy asthma.

No athletic ability, confusion, and slightly overweight

That’s the daughter you got stuck with

I’m sorry that I can’t be what you’ve always wanted

I figured out that I couldn’t be when I was fourteen

Sometimes I think if I ran away your life would be better

You say that I’m a terrible influence on my sisters, when I don’t even do anything

You called me a whore, when we both know that isn’t true

I didn’t do anything to deserve the way you make me feel half the time

I don’t want to feel like this anymore

I want to get away