If I was to give in and say, 'yes you are right', Will you leave me alone? If I wasn't to argue and let you carry on yelling, will you get bored and give up? If I was to cry and let out my feelings, will you carry on screaming at me? If I was to run away and never be seen, Would you be mad at me more? The answer to these questions will always be yes. Nothing I do is good enough. I can never be the daughter you want me to be. I can never be the woman who will make you proud. I try my best to make you happy, to make you smile at least. And at times I achieve this but then you always get mad at me. I come home slightly late, forget to call you at a certain time. Brought the wrong food or didn't pay that bill. I suggest an alternative but no, it's never right. You then take off at the deep end and dig in that knife. Make me feel useless, a failure and a waste. Wanting to slice myself to get rid of negative energy within. Wishing I could get away, escape from everything. Away from the hurtful words I fear for every day.