Have you ever asked yourself the question:
Do my parents really love me?
Or do they really love who they dream me to be?
If it was a yes you got, !Lucky you!
Unfortunately, I'm not one of you.
I hate how fucked up I feel towards them
I hate the fact I have to hide who I am just to be their perfect little daughter.
I hate them
I hate me.
Do you really care for me?
Or am I just a project you feel dedicated to accomplishing?
I wish
I stubbornly wish
Even though I know I shouldn't wish
That you would love me for me
Not for what I do
Not for what I say
Or how I do what I do
Or how I say what I say
But for me being me
An infinite form of madness
Of divine chaos
But...
I'm none of that to you.
I'm just a golden child.
A/n: I feel as if I should talk so I'm talking... This is my first time writing something and publishing on wattpad or any other app so please be gentle with me if there's any errors. Also I may not be as frequent in publishing new chapters as many would like but I'll try my possible best. Kk, bye!!
