When I was
Younger,
My mum told me
I was the prettiest little
Girl and
My dad said I was
His Princess.
I was an
Only child but
Unlike some, I was
Not spoilt to
The state of
decay.
My parents loved me.
What they didn't do right
Was the constant lying;
All those lies about
How I was beautiful,
Their perfect daughter,
It was just
To see a smile.
To make me confident.
It made me
Believe that
I was someone
That was
Wanted because
I was perfect.
Without realising
It I created
A persona for myself
And lived by it
For a very long time.
Too long,
In fact.
(found in the Mcmullen's loft behind the fancy dress box)
YOU ARE READING
Faded
Teen FictionBecause in the end, we are all irrelevant. Especially me. {A series of notes and letters written by a girl called Chloe McMullen, found in places you would least expect}
