i'm so nice to help you cook rice and in the end all i get is a scolding.
at least i helped you right? at least i didn't leave it for you to do it yourself when you get back from work.
everyone makes mistakes and its not like i flinged rice on the floor on purpose.
everytime i do something good i get scolded.
everytime its not my fault i get wronged.
everytime i do something good it doesn't get recognized, neither do you give a fuck about any good i do.
i'll always just be seen in your eyes as useless, as you always say it.
some useless good for nothing that can't achieve anything in life.
did it ever occur to you that it actually hurts when i get something like that from my own mother.


when i feel insecure, your name never ever surfaces in my mind.
i never turn to you for help cause i know you'll never.
never once have you praised me.
never once have i ever got a comforting hug from you.

i grew up without love.