Mam, you were my first love you know you’re my best friend you look after me we count on each other and you’re an amazing woman but sometimes I can’t help but feel like you don’t love me that you’re constantly disappointed with who I am but I can’t help the way I am you ask me why I’m in my room constantly and it’s because when I come out I get yelled at if I stay here it’s my safe space. My mental health has been getting worse again and that’s why my grades are bad I’m sorry I can’t be the daughter you want me to be. I just want you to know that I’m trying