I’m ashamed to be called your daughter

I’m ashamed to be called your daughter,  
a title that feels like a weight I can't shake,  
in a world where your love was a distant whisper,  
and I was left shattered, my heart forced to break.  

I’m ashamed to be called your daughter,  
when your smile felt cold, a mask that you wore,  
every moment I craved, just a flicker of warmth,  
but I found only shadows, and I longed for so much more.  

I’m ashamed to be called your daughter,  
as I stood in your light, always waiting in vain,  
fighting for scraps of affection, like a moth to a flame,  
but your love was a cage, and it brought only pain.  

I’m ashamed to be called your daughter,  
when my heart was a battlefield, aching for peace,  
and every “I love you” felt like a cruel game,  
leaving me lost, wishing the hurt would just cease.  

I’m ashamed to be called your daughter,  
as I watched you thrive while I crumbled inside,  
your laughter a soundtrack to my silent cries,  
and I learned to pretend that I felt nothing but pride.  

I’m ashamed to be called your daughter,  
for the wounds that you carved run so deep and so wide,  
but in the ruins of this bond, I’ll learn to reclaim  
the pieces of me that you tried to hide.  

I’m ashamed to be called your daughter,  
but I’ll rise from this grief, I’ll carve out my way,  
finding strength in the pain, I’ll learn how to soar,  
and one day, I’ll stand proud, no longer afraid.  

I’m ashamed to be called your daughter,  
but I’ll write my own story, and it starts here today,  
no more chained to your past, I’ll learn how to heal,  
and in the ashes of sorrow, I’ll find my own way.