I am alone
I wonder if I will ever be good enough
I hear the laughs of the people who torment me
I see my mother, disappointed that she has a son and not a daughter
I want to be loved by my family as my true self and not this person they expect me to be
I am alone
I pretend to be the sweet little girl people have come to know me as
I feel like I’m trapped in a world of expectations that I will never be able to meet
I touch my wrists and think “what if I end it, would anyone care?”
I worry if I’m just lying to myself and everyone around me about who I claim to be
I cry at night, all the tears I’ve been holding back for most of my life
I am alone
I understand most of you don’t want to hear my struggle but this
I say to you...
I dream of the day I wake up and all of the problems the world has disappeared
I try to keep my head up and look on the bright side, but sometimes the voices get too loud for me to handle
I hope one day to hear the words “I’m proud of you son” from my father, a man who claims to support me, and yet I hear him on the phone saying “I don’t care, she will always be my daughter”
I am... alone
