You say you know me,
You don't know a **** thing.
You say you can tell what I'm feeling
Yet you often guess wrong.
You say that I often lie
Wrong, I don't tell the full truth
You think you know me as your daughter
But to me its like you are a stranger.
You say I can come to you with anything
Without saying a word of judgment
Yet the times I have tried, you were oh so quick to judge
You say you listen to the full story
That you hear my silent screams
But your smiles of plated gold
Are nothing more than honeyed lies.
Tears of sorrow are in truth tears of rage
But its not like I can tell you
You won't listen anyway.
You always turn it around so that youre the victim.
I do things to make you proud,
I share things with you that I think are important
But you brush them off, saying they're stupid.
And now you wonder why I don't tell you anymore
You wonder why I don't come to you anymore
Why I don't share the important things
Or tell you what I'm truly thinking and feeling.
You think you know me Mother...
But you truly don't know a **** thing.