What Am I?

What am I to you?

Your personal anger

management...

some sort of stress

reliever you unleash

your fists on?

I can't tell if your smiles

are true or not so

I always stand clear

of what can happen.

What am I to you?

Was I every anything?

I've seen old pictures
where I sat in your lap

and the smile you were

wearing is nothing like

the one you give me today.

Those memories are faded

and I can't do anything,

but close my eyes and try

to remember how

everything changed.

What am I?

Please, just tell me.

It doesn't even matter

how much it will hurt,

because it will never

compair to how

I already feel.

I feel like you hate me,

the feeling I have conceived

toward you is dislike,

and I know this isn't right.

What am I to you?

I don't even care.

I just want you to love me.

I want to be teh daughter

you always wanted and

not the failure that

you beleive I am.