I wish I felt like a daughter.
I wish I felt like a girlfriend.
I wish I felt like someone's best friend.
I take in false hope to feel accepted because I want to be loved by someone.
By anyone.
Who am I to you in this reality?
Your reality? I should ask.
Surely, my mere existence could be of any real importance.
I'm not royalty.
I'm not wealthy.
I have no talents.
So what is it that you see in me?
I see a girl hoping she'll see tomorrow and another tomorrow.
Am I worth one of your tomorrows?
Will you show me exactly who I am to you?
About the Creator
Tina Sadberry
An urban city girl that is a huge fan of anime, a cat mom, and at times loves to be adventurous by taking on new challenges. Also, a girl that loves food and her naps! I have always found writing as an easy and natural form of expression.
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