The Recollections of the Imperfect Daughter

When they packed my belongings and took me 
from my mother
they must have forgot to bring along my 
morals. 
For I have done far too many things I'm
not proud of.
I've lied too many times to count.
I left with him countless nights
smiling like the fool I am
while we did things we knew we shouldn't.
But I wasn't smiling anymore as I 
bawled my eyes out
in the back of the car as the officer knocked on our front door
at 2 o'clock in the morning.
I kicked a hole in my wall while 
screaming hurtful things that should have never
been said.
I have cried for too many months over the love I had
lost. 
And I broke the promise I desperately begged him to
keep,
when I used that razor to carve these three slits on my wrist, 
and now they stay there reminding me of all the times I've
contemplated death.
And Mom, Dad, when you asked me about that night 
I laughed it off
because I may have lost sight of the path
I held so dear to me, 
but the fog has lifted and the road
is clear. 
So I'll follow my morals so that I can be
the angel you always saw me as
because though the state tore us apart,
to you I'm still 'mommy's little girl'.
Though I won't always be little, I'll
always be yours. 
So I promise I'll
try my hardest to be
your most-prized creation. 

(r.t)