I looked up at the stars,
Trying to ignore the pain,
Hoping you won't see my pathetic scars,
Even though being vain,
Was all a facade,
Is it pathetic that I selfishly want you to be there for me?

Mom, I'm scared,
Scared that one day I'd just be another disappointment,
And never someone you loved,
Just something you didn't want.
Is it pathetic that I struggle to tell you how much I love you?

Help me, mom,
I don't know how to be perfect,
All I know is that I failed to stand up for you,
That I maybe was just a mistake,
That maybe I should've tried harder,
And all of that will just be another unwanted memory carved in stone.

But can you help me, mom?
Help me be a better daughter?
That someone who would make you happy?
That's all I've ever wanted,
And I still fear that it might be too much too ask,
And I'll be just another writing on sand.

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Not sure whose pov that was in and really sorry if this one wasn't good enough.
Have a nice day