They don't know what it's like...
To be broken,
To be hollow,
To be empty, unhappy, and alone.
They don't understand...
I can't explain it,
I don't want to talk about it,
I don't want to let them in, I don't want them to know.
They want for me...
To be perfect,
To be determined,
To be disciplined, and happy, and focused.
They force me to do things I don't want to.
They create feelings that I do not want to feel.
They make me feel like the villain when I am the victim.
"I don't care."
"You're going."
I never no longer have a say.
I wake up and feel like I'm lacking control over my own day.
They're molding me to be someone I am not,
And they don't even realize what they are doing to me by doing so.
There is so much anger, so much rage.
And soon it's going to be released from it's cage.
The girl that my friends thinks is happy is not.
The girl the world thinks is strong is not.
The girl that my parents think they know, they don't.
Everything is a false image, a copy of a copy, a fake.
They say they want me to be happy.
They say that they understand.
They say that they love me no matter what.
But will they still love me
When they find out that the daughter they pushed to perfection,
Wants to do nothing but disappear?
The things that once made sense,
The things that were black and white,
Have now merged into a foggy and unreadable gray.
For at this in point life,
I no longer have a say.
~a.k.
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Polaroid Poems
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