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envy was something that i've always felt towards her.
i was never the so-called "golden child".
the one whose got the brains, talents, and charisma in a soul. the golden child was my sister whom i used to admire. i've always liked her voice, the way she speaks, the way she sings,
it's utterly beautiful.
she stopped singing years ago, 'til recently.
i've always wanted to sing beside her, and i told myself it would be impossible so i gave up on that dream and started singing by myself. dreaming of a stage i can sing my hearts out, i told myself it would be impossible, but i still am singing by myself on the way to that dream. unfortunately, it's getting tiring.
i am tired.
mom, dad, have you looked at us the same way? i honestly don't think that's the case here.
i've tried so hard to make you guys look my way yet nothing's changed.
i am tired.
mom, dad, i'm tired of trying my best to please both of you cause at the end of every single fucking effort i did was met by your sighs and disapproving remarks.
i am tired of singing
tired of drawing
tired of writing
tired of trying
i just need for you guys to look at me like how you look at her, it's as if she's flawless as if she's an angel sent from above.
i just need you guys to make me feel as if i was not some kid who you are just obligated to take care of...
i just need you to make me feel like you guys actually cared.
seems like i can't have that after all.
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a life's work filled with words
Poetrya compilation of the poems written by the author. do note that the author often writes about dark themes such as the topic of gore, su1c1d3, s3/f h4rm and depressing topics, if you're experiencing or having these kinds of thoughts i suggest not to r...
