I am your average daughter
But deep down a hater.
While a sweet little princess,
I played with a lot of dolls,
But now, I pick pockets with luck…
No one cared to tell me I was wrong.
With a workaholic of a father
And an event going mother,
Who will say I did wrong?
Who thought I would have gone astray?
No one, not even a single soul.
Not those who thought I was the perfect-
Daughter, the good friend.
Not until I left after making friends
With the family safes,
Yet, they thought I was like “the prodigal son.”
Of course I took a spending and I’m spent.
Where do I go next? Was my next question.
I need to find a kick and enjoy my freedom.