I wanted you to spend time with me
I wanted to be the baby for once
I wanted to rant about school and love
I wanted us to talk about clothes, boys
I wanted you to make me feel normal for once
But you came in
And we talked
And by the time you left
I felt worse than I did before
I just want you to be able to understand me and say something without having to point out what's wrong with me. I've never gotten to grow up, so how can you call me stupid for not knowing normal things? You haven't talked to me, you haven't taught me, so you can't blame me when the world doesn't teach me either.
I just want to be your little girl again, not a flawed statue that you're chipping away at.