I once knew that I was working hard,
I give up my sleep,
I gave up my childhood moments,
I gave up my screen time,
I gave up my playtime,
I gave up my social time,
I gave up even my meals,
I followed what you decided for me or everyone in that shittiest family will treat me like an evil daughter,
I give my all,
I give you what you want,
Do you want me to score on every test I took,
But when I achieve that why are you showing me no reaction?
Do you want me to exceed the perfect score?
Why you're treating the three of us differently?
Am I really having such a same bloodline with y'all?
I can't help but second-guess myself so badly.
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Inner child voices, childhood trauma aftermath.
PoetryI might not love the current me but I do love my inner child. Sounds funny right? Coz we're basically the same but no, we're not. Children must be protected not to be trained to be such a ruthless person. He's 4 years old. If he falls, pick him up...
