Does it hurt you when you appreciate the things I do for this family?
If not, then why can’t you be grateful for my efforts?
You turned me into a maid, as if the chores of this home are mine alone to bear.
Aren’t they meant to be shared by my siblings too?
Why limit their chores and reason out, "It was because they are still a student"
Then why leave everything on my shoulders?
Is it because I am unemployed?
All you do is complain, while all you see are my mistakes?
I felt like everything I did was wrong
I tried my best, but I think, I guess, it was not enough
Instead of scolding me, why not help?
I am built imperfectly, not conceived perfectly.
If you cannot learn to appreciate me… if you cannot see the heart behind the work I do…
Then you’ve left me with no choice but to leave you all behind.