To The Eldest Daughter Who Was Always Expected To Be The Role Model.
Stood in the middle of the room and wondered when did all these kids grew up? Stood in the middle of the room. and wondered how come they had experienced all that?
Being the role model made her the ideal that she put to side her feelings that are real. teaching others how to be giving by sharing all she has. even if it's her favorite meal, and curated herself to become a person who would be strong and worthy to look up to, even if it means there are so much scars later on that she would have to heal.
She has the facade everyone likes. but behind it is her true self. longing to escape. She tears up easily just like them, and she complains about a lot of things just like everybody else. She doesnt always want to share, and there are things she hasnt tried because of fear. She may be the role model of the group. but there has always been a troupe of personalities trapped within herself. and that has always made her wonder:
"When can I really be
myself
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PoetryTo The Eldest Daughter Who Was Always Expected To Be The Role Model.