You Don't Understand.

What it's like to be good at something

to love something with your everything

and not be able to do it.

Oh no wait,

you do.

I'm supposed be the daughter you never could be

the daughter your parents never let you be.

I'm supposed to do things that you couldn't,

things you love. 

Things you do now.

Things I love, things I can do,

but I don't think you quite understand, Mom, that they're not my passion.

If I did what you want me to,

I'd be just like you.

And I can't let that fucking happen. 

I can't be the perfect daughter, 

I can't do everything,

and I wish you'd expect less of me. 

I want to act.

Did you know that?

I don't think you take me seriously. 

But mom, I'm actually good. 

Not like you would know.

Not like you ever came to a play,

not like you ever wanted to hear my monologue.

I'm supposed to be a designer,

sure.

I love to desing, I'm decent, 

but I've never done anything but design.