MOTHER
By Wendy: Shywalker

What do you see when you look at me?
Your eyes are cold, as if staring at a stranger.
What have I done, but love you?

For every ounce of emotion I put into us,
you balance it with indifference.
Do I mean anything to you?
Or are you hoping with lack of attention,
I will dry up and let the wind blow me away.

I have been trying to be the daughter you want,
but you keep changing the rules.
I follow you demands and become that person,
only to find you don't want her anymore.
I have been fighting you for too long.

Look at me! I'm Cassy!
I make no apologies for myself,
take me as I am, or not at all.
I'll be living my life--if you want me.