It's a normal weekend. I get up and help my parents, even if it's annoying they demand things from me that I was just about to do. However, I guess they aren't genies or mind readers to try and speculate my next move. Anyway, right after all those chores, I went and sank back into my bedroom as there wasn't more to do; I had finished my homework, my friends seemed to be occupied...Truly nothing to do. The one interesting thing right now is the melody of the rain pouring out. I layed down and closed my eyes to try and fall asleep to the classical piece the rain had created this afternoon. Suddenly, some thoughts popped on what was a blank canvas inside my head...It was an illusion of my parent's relationship. Things I know that I currently have on my plate to sustain. Yet, both myself and I know that such analysis wasn't about them.
Have I told you? Ever since I was a child, people would always come to me and say "Ah, you're her daughter?! You guys look so much alike!" "I can't believe how similar you look!" "You're like a tinier version of her!" And I just stood there and chuckled. Sometimes just even playfully exclaimed how it's the other way around. But oh, perhaps they may be right. The feeling on being compared to someone which you should admire from the beginning to the end of your story should bring you joy. That is partly true. I mean, she's hard working, love us and does her best for us. Yet, I can't help but feel that me becoming her might just be for the worse. My body is starting to feel as if it wasn't acting on my needs, but on hers. After all, I'm just a child with too many things on her hands. Am I just supposed to proceed and be her best version? Do I just look forward to following her path? And you might think that it just stops there. The desperation of looking at yourself in the mirror right after to observe yourself from top to bottom only to find that people might be right, is truly terrifying...
Well, being someone's mirror isn't exactly what you would call lovely. Isn't it enough feeling as if you're part of someone's shadow? I wonder...
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Rainy Midnight Thoughs
PoetryBeing cozy, with the only shine in the room being a night lamp and right outside your window hearing the sky's tears drop as you stare at the ceiling. Well, this could lead to perhaps two alternate routes: 1.Falling into the depths of sleep and end...
