When you were a little girl, you used to play with dolls. You would dress them how you wanted, made them do what you wanted, made them be who you wanted them to be and, had them feel how you wanted. That was then.
This is now. Im not a doll; Im your daughter. Youre not a little girl; youre and adult mother.
You cant dress me in clothes that you like, and automatically think I will love like your doll did. Unlike her, I have my own taste in clothes that I like and much rather wear.
I dont always want to do everything you want me to do. There are other things I would like to do. Sometimes they dont involve you.
You look at me, and try to force me to be something I dont want anything to do with. When I tell something that I would like to be, you end up forcing it upon me, and I lose interest in it. Then you force other thing upon me that you say I should try not giving me time in between them, and I get confused. I dont know whether to give up or not.
You expect me to feel a serten way about something, and you get surprised when its the complete opposite reaction. So you do something else to get me happy and cheerful. When all you need to do was screaming out at you this whole time. All you need to do was talk, but you never listen when you need to the most, thats why I feel the way I do.
If you continue to act like I am you doll, you will suffocate me like you have been. Cutting off the circulation of air that I need to survive. Its all from not letting me go from your deadly grip. Im surprised that I have held on this long. Although I dont know how much long I can last with out the air I need. So please let me loose. Im not your doll.
