I’m not the girl you fell in love with it the wife you wanted, I’m not the one you need.
You didn’t ask me to be your mother, I’m not even good at this. I wish I could be better and help you through all the struggles to come.
I’m not the daughter you raised me to be and I know you’re disappointed in me. You won’t say it, but you don’t have to, I know.
I’m not your friend, I’m not there for you because I don’t know how to be. You aren’t there for me, but maybe you’re just wise enough to know that I’m just a lost cause.
And here’s the last. The one meowing at me because we’re out of wet food treats and I can’t protect you either. I lost your friend and I should have known better.
I can’t succeed in this life. I wish I could just stop trying.