Sorry I'm not Tara Beacham

sorry your daughter turned out to be a dud

a scared to try idealist only good at smoking bud

but your son more than made up for it, he's an athletic popular stud

leaving his legacy in awards and trophy's, while she just leaves ash stains on the rug

you told 'em both how they were talented

in fact you were adament

but the girl couldn't balance it

with how she felt about herself

so while your words were nice, they really werent much help

she needed more than sound vibration and pronouciation of constants and vowels

she needed a teacher, someone to mold her

not say

but show her how

so since i'm not "the daughter that you dreamt of"

does that make me the biological manifestation of your nightmares? 

everything you didn't want, all in one, walking around, breathing air. 

you created, carried, nutured and raised a failure

admit it

admit it

admit it

but you can't because that's a reflection you could drown in windex and it wouldn't wipe away.