Im sorry that I am the problem child

That going for 2am walks and sitting on the roof makes me a "bad kid" 

Im sorry that locking my door didn't stop me from climbing out the window

Im sorry I cant manage my anger and small problems turn into bigger ones

Im sorry that I am depressed and no matter how hard you try, you cant fix me like you fixed her

Im sorry that the scars on my legs make me want to wear jeans instead of dresses 

Im sorry im not your ideal daughter, but saying things like "We just want our happy girrl back." isn't going to make me happy 

Im sorry you dont know my middle name, but Patritia is close enough to Christine right

Im sorry i dont think your jokes about race, rape and suicide are funny

Im sorry i play my music to loud

Im sorry I dont believe in what you do

Im sorry I dont like playing sports

Im sorry you dont understand my sexuality

Im sorry I dont like spending time with you

Im sorry I cringe when i hear your voice

Im sorry I skip meals

Im sorry I dont talk enough 

Im sorry I think to much

Im sorry I cry to offen 

Im sorry you cant love me for me