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"Mama, Have I . . . "

. . . I remember that I was always thinking that my mother doesn't really understand or even care.
I've done so many things to get her attention. . .
I've shrouded my vision with negativity and it only made things worse for me. . .
But I've always wondered for an answer. . .
"Mama, have I done enough to be the daughter you've always wanted?"
And of course, I know that I couldn't fulfill the criteria.
I'm not smart, I'm not confident, I'm not outgoing, and I'm not loyal.
So why, I always wonder, why do I always end up trying to get your attention?
Mother fell in love with the fake me. . . And now that the "real" me is present, things aren't going well.
Switch back and forth.
"I will do things to make Mama happy."
Or
"I don't want to listen to Mother anymore."

I'm stained with blood, hidden behind a mask, and caught between lies.

"What should I do?"

Note: I do not necessarily feel this way as much.
But it's a need for me to express my feelings. ><'' And this is how it came to be.

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"Mama, Have I . . . "

. . . I remember that I was always thinking that my mother doesn't really understand or even care.
I've done so many things to get her attention. . .
I've shrouded my vision with negativity and it only made things worse for me. . .
But I've always wondered for an answer. . .
"Mama, have I done enough to be the daughter you've always wanted?"
And of course, I know that I couldn't fulfill the criteria.
I'm not smart, I'm not confident, I'm not outgoing, and I'm not loyal.
So why, I always wonder, why do I always end up trying to get your attention?
Mother fell in love with the fake me. . . And now that the "real" me is present, things aren't going well.
Switch back and forth.
"I will do things to make Mama happy."
Or
"I don't want to listen to Mother anymore."

I'm stained with blood, hidden behind a mask, and caught between lies.

"What should I do?"

Note: I do not necessarily feel this way as much.
But it's a need for me to express my feelings. ><'' And this is how it came to be.