I am the daughter

[mpdg3mara]

The walls are thin, so I must speak fast

Be this your thought: nothing lasts.

Nothing has happened and nothing has changed.

You act otherwise, pretending to be the same.

But we are not, for I am the daughter.

You laugh at my expense.

My silent cries drowned out by the sound

Of the internal banging of the drums.

The beats of my heart pleading

To be understood.

I know that you have suffered too.

But why must I

Be the target your bullets scar?

Your words dig into my skin,

Tearing my self conscience bit by bit.