No one likes you,
No, don't think like that,
So, keep your head high,
And reach for the biggest stars,
Because one day,
They will appreciate you,
It might be not this day,
It might be not in a year,
But they will appreciate you,
Reach your goal,
And you shall succeed,
You'll be the perfect daughter they wanted,
Confident, perfect and kind,
But are you all those things?
Not really,
It might be not this day,
It might be not in a year,
But they will realise soon that you're the daughter they wanted you to be,
Even if all those come with consequences,
You'll not fail,
Just the day you were born,
They told you were going to succeed,
Of course, you will,
Keep your head high,
And reach for the biggest stars,
Even if that makes you upset.
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Who Do You Want me to be?
PoetryA poem about the stress that our dear parents cause. Sure, they love us.. but it can get controlling. A poem for people to relate on!
