I wish you knew how you make me feel. Sometimes your words make me want to hurt myself. I feel wonderful when you approve, but still nervous. I have stomach cramps and trouble breathing when I have to speak with you. I want more than anything for you to be proud and not say negative things. I want to feel comfortable and proud of myself and capable. I try so so hard. I make mistakes sometimes. I'm not proud of it. I want this degree so much. I love the kids so much. I wish I weren't so afraid of the job and of you and of life. I wish you knew that I am a good, hard working person. I wish you knew how much I love the kids. I wish you knew how much I love music. I wish you knew how much I wish you cared for me enough to be understanding and helpful instead of harsh and hurtful. I understand it's your job to criticize me so that I can get better, but I wish you wouldn't torment me needlessly. I wish you could think of me in terms of a human being, a good woman, someone worth caring about, someone who was a child once, just like you, just like your daughter. I wish you could see me with the eyes of God. I wish you could see that I am merely flawed, but I want to get better so badly. I want your help, not your spite and hate and bullying. I wish you knew me.