You know, I admit I'm not one of the best daughters out there, not even close.
Sometimes I don't help around much, sometimes I don't bring back the grades like I promised I would and sometimes I screw up.

The moment I do something wrong, I would've thought that what I've actually done right would have held a little ground.
No, it didn't, doesn't... and it never has.
What I've done to make you proud would just be disregarded.

You wonder why I shout?
It's not because I think that by raising my voice, my answer would ultimately be the right one. No.
It's because you never gave me a chance to defend myself.
You never gave me a chance, never just listened a while so that I could voice why I did what I did.
Just because you are my parent(s), your word is the law.
Well, one thing: The law is not always right.

Don't you think I know when I've done something wrong?
Don't you think I regret doing things that hurt you?
Don't you think that sometimes, I wish I hadn't made you mad?
Don't you ever think that I feel my heart being crushed when you tell me you're disappointed in me?

I doubt so.

I'm growing, I have my own opinions.
I'm no longer that little girl that used to love being tucked into bed.
No longer that little girl who said thanks to you for every little thing you did for her.
No longer that little girl who listened to your every bloody word.

When you scold or shout or tell me off, I'd be so infuriated.
In my head, I'm screaming at you, telling you to shut the hell up because I know what I did and you shouting at me won't change it.
I say something to defend myself and what do I get? Backlash.
Who were the ones who taught me how to stand up for myself I wonder?