Questioning Your Love

Are you not proud of me,
because you never say.
Are you ashamed of me,
Because I'm not perfect in every little way.
Do you regret having me?
Am I that bad to live with?
Because somtimes I feel that way.
You've never said you proud of me,
so I never know
but when it comes to her,
your proud of her,
everyday.
Sometimes I feel like,
if i dissapeared,
you wouldn't notice,
or wouldnt care long enough to look.
I'm waiting for you,
to tell me these things aren't true,
but your never home,
long enough to notice,
this is the way I feel.
I know your busy,
and I know your all she has,
but somtime I just want my mom,
just long enough,
for her to figure out what's wrong,
and tell me that none of it's true.