What happened to a mother's love
What happened to a mother's faith
What happened to kisses at night,
an "I love you" now and then
What happened to "I'm proud of you"
Not another demand,
not another command
Not another choosing sides.
I'm your daughter
Maybe not your favorite,
maybe not what you wanted your girl to be
But I'm still supposed to be your daughter
Your "spitting image"
but now all I am it seems
is a disappointment,
someone not in your dreams