Letters to the Queen Bee

Is it my fault I see your anger, burning in your eyes
that my tears won't drown out your accusations and lies?
Why don't you remind me again, how I used to be your princess,
once more about how I've become satan's spawn of darkness.

Why should I bother talking, when my words run like water?
we both know I'll never be your perfect daughter.

I guess you don't remember the first time you said,
that I was a fat bitch, but it stuck in my head
I still hear it, and feel the acid judgement in your tone
now i've chosen this path that i'm forced to walk alone

Don't you tell me its my fault
Don't you tell me i'm to blame!

I just wanted to make you happy, oh can't you tell I tried?
You don't even realize all the times that i cried,
each droplet was filled with regret and hate at me
why couldn't I fit the image i was supposed to be?

You told me no one liked who I had became
that I was a bad person who should have shame

And in between your scorn, you manage to speak:
you memorized my brother's schedule for the week.
So forget to pick me up, I don't mind standing there
and don't bother coming to my games, you don't really care.
First priority isn't me,
It's obvious, you see?

So pretend to listen, then talk about him once again-
then crush me saying "I'll never be your friend"
Yell at my silence. I have nothing to say
Hate me. Love me. I can't go away.

Who I am- you don't know her.
She left a long time ago.
You crushed her until she was
just an empty, silent hollow.