• Who I am.
    Sometimes I think I'm a great daughter.
    But to my family, I'm a slave and they are my masters.
    To my friends, Yeah that is great.
    But infront of my masters I'm nothing.
    I try to do the best I can.
    But nothing is right in their eyes.
    I'm nothing.
    No one.
    Worthless.
    I might as well be dead.
    Not born.
    But to god, who am I?