Monday, October 11, 2010

I'm a failure.

I just don't see it
I really am that horrible.
I was just a bet
No one could be interested in the fat chick.
I can just hear it now,
"You'd have to pay me!"
I can just see you laughing,
joking with your friends.
It's only the fat chick,
she doesn't have any feelings
under all that whale blubber.

I thought I was your daughter.
Doesn't that mean you want what's best for me?
I'm your caregiver.
I'm your housekeeper.
I bring in your income.
Tell me what's her ex-boyfriend's name?
You didn't even know she had a boyfriend, did you?!
Tell me, who's his science teacher?
Tell me, what AP class am I an?
Show everyone else the real you,
not the painted image of perfect mom.