The eldest daughter
The biggest burden
Pointed fingers
And a multitude of blames
Don't be like her
Don't talk like her
Don't act
Don't breathe
Like
Her
Made out to be an example
A lesson learned
They couldn't possibly be talking about me
Could they?
I was their child
His child
Yet I was nothing but a waste of space
I was ten
Thirteen
Fourteen
And then eighteen
Now twenty
Trying to please
But nothing was good enough
Never ever good
Enough
Blame poured from their lips
Whereas love never came
Perhaps it was never there to begin with
Maybe I wasn't there to be loved but to be molded
you see, I wasn't made to be this, but I was made into this
Look at her, they say
Look. at. her.
She never disappoints
So predictable
a poor excuse of a girl
Round around the edges
Soft, sensitive
Wrong
I wanted to scream
I wanted to cut and bleed
I wanted to feel
to just breathe
without the pain
without the fear
without the weight on my chest
But all I got was
"Pity"
All my emotions were nothing
The colors weren't there
I was muted
You don't want her to be you, do you? she says, looking at my sister
I was the cautionary tale
The bad kid
The villain
My successes left in the wind but my failures blown up like wildfire
Burnt into my memory
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Unspoken Truths
PoesíaThis poetry collection delves into the silent battles we face, the emotions we rarely voice, and the experiences that shape our identities. Each poem serves as a mirror, reflecting my innermost thoughts and vulnerabilities. From heartache to hope, I...
