I came back to Queen 1’s home today,
Everything feels awkward
Most comments feel backhanded,
I know everyone has a right to be in a mood
But it feels like I can not be myself anywhere
I know it is probably all in my head
But I hesitate to express myself,
My comments no longer feel welcome
Not that they ever really did
I am always the one to get talked over,
The one who is ignored or interrupted
But lately, it seems like I can’t say anything right
And I can't have a moment of peace
Without messing everything up
I don’t know when I became the problem child
But I wish I could change myself so I wasn’t
I know it must stress out the queens
And for that, I feel guilty
I want nothing more to be perfect for them
To live up to expectations they set on me
Most of which I’m not sure what are
And maybe that's the problem,
Perhaps I just don’t know how to be perfect
No one ever taught me how to be
And now I fear it's too late to learn.
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Monday, May 11th (57th day of quarantine because of COVID-19)
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Daily Quarantine Poetry
PoetryI have decided to write a poem a day describing how I am feeling, what I did that day, and/or my main thoughts revolving the day for the duration of my quarantine. This will go through a world win of emotions and there will probably just be straight...
