Her messed up freedom; His caged perfection

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He is perfect. 

Always neat and tidy.

Always on top of the class.

No friends, just schoolwork.

He must make his parents proud. But see, that's where it all takes a turn.

Parents can be strict, persuasive and well, lets just say that if he steps out of line, consequences are worse than yours. I mean, not assuming how your parents choose to deal with what they believe is unacceptable or inappropriate behaviour but its likely you are not bashed and shamed as he is the only child in his school with bruises covering the fare skin of his body top to bottom. No one realises. All it took was a long shirt and some cover up to reassure everyone around him that he was just the normal, but very hardworking quiet kid with no friends. 

Unlike what you're parents might believe, like 'going out with friends without permission' or 'not doing dishes for the past week, by 'unacceptable' or 'inappropriate' behaviour, in the perfect boys case, is to not write the date on top of his paper. It is 'unacceptable' to ask to visit your friends place. It was 'inappropriate' to talk without permission. If you didn't take your plate to the sink, you are imperfect and that was not okay. 

This perfect boy who does all his homework and house chores is trapped. No one can save him. No one can save him from the family pressure. No one can save him from the perfect, but fake person he has become.

//No one can save him//

Her? Oh my dear, she is free. 

Free to go anywhere.

Free to do anything.

She may live how she pleases.

But of course, there is always a back story. Always a dark truth. Always a struggle. 

Being free doesn't come naturally. 

Her parents are very different from his. There was no consequences nor a care in the world, which may sound like a delightful way to live 'care-free', but it is very much not. She was flunking school as she was never told or even reminded to do homework and she ate less and less as her parents never cooked and she couldn't even be bothered. Having someone you are supposed to be close to not care about what you do or say is the worst feeling in the world. It was to feel unloved, not cared for, irrelevant.

She was rejected so many times and her concerns always dismissed by her so-called mother who was supposed to talk to her. The so-called mother who was supposed to be there for her, to give advice in her darkest times when she truly needed it. And I promise you, she needed it. 

She grew alone. Depressed. Anxious. She never ate. She had no one. She smiled the whole way as she ran freely along railway tracks, or the busy streets of the city, only to make it to the end. Out of breath, out of hope, still no one there. Only her demons that no one bothered to help her chase away. All she could do was break down in tears and scream as loud as she wanted. Why shouldn't she? No one cared if she did, and even if they did, where were they? 

Her curiosity is free to wander the world, but one needs support. Just a little care. She needed love.

//Just a little love//

~ Yours Truly ~