There she looks at children being friends with their parents.
Dreaming of her having the same
On the go relation with them too.
Where she'd never have to sleep tear eyed
Where one look and mere silence
Would be enough for them to know something's wrong.
And all she wished was
Only if they would understand her.
But ,
But all she here is,
A Daughter-
Loved , cared , but never understood.
Probably, because they never wanted to
nor did they even try.
Known yet unknown.
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