Was it when you beheld all 7 pounds and 8 ounces of me that you decided you didn't want me? (All I ever wanted was to be wanted by you.) Or when your boyfriends favored my flesh over yours? (To be protected by you.) Was it when my health bottomed, and I became too much of a burden that you realized you didn't care for me? (To be nurtured by you.) I know I felt it at 16 with split wrists and no future in sight when you screamed I was your biggest mistake. (It's alright, I am my own.) The heartstrings snapped one by one at 18 as you threw me away like Tuesday's trash, inconvenient to your days' plans. (All I ever asked was to be guided by you.) I felt your hatred suffocating me as I covered your claw marks on my wedding day. (All I needed was to be a daughter.) The walls crumbled the day I gave you silence and you gave me back Flame. So, to answer the question: Yes, you cared. But only about the things you could hate me for. I guess I'll always be the favourite mistake. *(When all I ever wanted was my mother's love.)