As many times as I turn to you and tell you how much you hurt me, you just look away and brush it off your shoulders again. I know I can’t change you, I’ve always known that, whether I wanted to accept it or not. I just wish that on some level I could touch you the way that some of your words have touched me over the years, I wish you could see that I am more than just your daughter. I wish that, even though you acknowledge my accomplishment and so-called insightfulness, you’d see that I am a real person and the life I am living is real. I try so hard to please you and you don’t encourage it, I’ve done things for myself. I’ve built things for myself. I wish you could see that, rather than some little girl. I’m just as much of a woman as I’ll ever be, and more of a man than I consider you some times.