The Ingrate.

Emotions left unsaid,
Tears forming on the brim of my eyes,
Trying my best to hold it in.
The anger,frustration, grudge all melted away in seconds.

Overwhelmed with nauseau,
My head about to explode,
The thought comes to my mind.
I'm such an ungrateful daughter.

For all the things she did,
I could only remember the bad,
Never the smiles, laughters, good times we've had.

Only point fingers for her faults, her flaws,her mistakes.
Blaming her for all she did to me.
The reason I turned out the way I did.

But aren't I the way I am because of her?
I'm strong, fearless, stubborn, persistent, ambitious, never take no crap from noone.

Full of fear, regrets, emotional, coldhearted all the same. A confused personality.
I love her but I hate her.
I want to forgive her but I can't forget enough to.

I'm the ungrateful daughter.
The daughter she should wish to never have.