I Don't Think You Understand
I came home
crying,
screaming,
asking,
why can't I be pretty?
why can't I be normal?
why can't I be like the other girls?
You wiped my tears
that were flowing
angrily down my cheeks
and told me that
I was pretty,
I was normal,
and that I didn't have to be
like the other girls.
But I was so deep
in the ocean of my tears
and self-pity that swallowed
every inch of my pride
until I thought
that you only said those words
because you feel obligated to do so
because your job is to always
protect your loved ones
without avail.
I really am grateful,
so, so grateful
but
I am truly sorry
for I can't agree
with your words
because I don't think
you understand.
YOU ARE READING
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