DREAM.

Sorry if I'm not her. Sorry if I fail to be the girl you want your daughter to be. Sorry if I'm not perfect. But this is me. Yes, I'm not that good in studies, like her. But I've tried. Do you even know? I guess not. Cuz you don't bother, don't you? You never asked bout my studies. You don't even encourage me. What you do is only compare, compare & compare. I got tired of that. & so, I just let it out at you. But that's just the half of it. I controlled. Because I know its a sin. I hate you yet I love you. Thats cuz you're my only Mother. You've take care of me since baby.. After you gave birth for me. You grew me up for 15 years. More than that, ofcourse. But, I failed to be what you want me to be..... & I hate the way you compare me with other people... Its like you're trynna say that you can't accept the way I am. I love you still, anyway.