I am a horrible daughter.
I make sure you take your meds.
I transport you to doctors and dentist appointments
I supply you with groceries when asked.
I stop by to see you.
I take you to dinner and pick up the tab.
I try to see to your health and safety,
your levels of sad and happy.
Sometimes I do this instead of
my own stuff that needs doing.
I forget to pay a bill
Or to return library books.
I neglect my own health because
I am so busy with yours.
I watch while you lavish love
in every direction except mine.
I get annoyed sometimes.
I lose my patience sometimes.
On those days I leave so as
not to pour that over you.
Nothing I do matters.
Nothing ever will.
No level of kindness.
No amount of love.
Nothing.
I am your horrible daughter.
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