Dear Mother.

I am sorry.
I'm sorry I'm not the daughter you've always wanted.
I'm sorry I'm not what you wanted.

I apologise for my anxiety and panic attacks.
I'm sorry for my depression.

I apologise for being a weird Depressed child.
I mean normally we'd inflict pain on our wrists but then I did that to my legs.

I'm sorry...
I wish I was that perfect child.
The one with no issues.

Dear Mother...
I promise I'll try harder.
I'll wipe these tears away.
I'll hide the scars.
And Always I'll put on the mask of a perfect daughter.