Why are you so desperate to live vicariously through your child
Not even your children just one
The eldest you want to be
The ***** up is what you use to see
When you looked in the mirror after hooking up
When you pulled on your dress after a few too many shots
The ***** up doesn't do those things
It's what her father led you to believe
You pull her hair
Scream in her ear
Clap your hand over her mouth
'Listen up and quiet down little mouse'
She is not a drunk
She doesn't do drugs
Above all she is not a ****
In one of your children you see yourself
Why?
What has she done to condone your actions?
You build an altar to the first born
The others existence you decide to mourn
She works for you every day
Earns her keep
Asks for no pay
The other one plays and plays
She understands the first one graduated
If you let her go to the school she'd be in the same position
You didn't listen you told her off
The thought of her success made you scoff
She has tried from the very start
She gave you all she had from the bottom of her heart
Yet what do you do?
What do you say when you get home and she asks about your day
While upstairs the other plays and plays
You try to guilt trip her
You try to wrench yet more work from those already withered sore hands
She is not your servant
She is not your maid
You punch her
Pull her hair
Break her heart
She gives you more and more
Until she's torn apart
She refuses to grovel or beg for mercy
Forgiveness is unheard of
Though she has no reason to say sorry
What do you expect?
Hilarity?
Laughter in her eyes as you grind her to a pulp
A gurgled giggle as she's pinned against the wall
She put up with too much to forget the laws
Still she never made the call
She'll always take the fall
She knows how hard you work for it all
To see you angry at her help that's painful unto itself
Don't add the past broken bones
The promises you always seem to ignore
The warnings you need yet still abhor
She is your daughter too yet you love another more
She's tired of being people's sunlight
Seeing opportunity in the darkest paths
A little recognition
A little respect is all she's ever asked