I am a ghost floating silently thought these halls with no one noticing me.
I am a punching bag who takes your criticism without fighting back.
I am a doormat who lets you wipe your shitty feet on my heart.
I am a sandbar letting your waves of anger pound and roll over my head.
I am a dog bound by its leash, where you go is where I go.
I am your daughter, but I don’t feel like one.