Dear Parents,
I'm sorry to say, but I've given up. You never believed me when I told you I was sick. You never understood when I told you that I was tired. You never believed me when I told you I was trying. I was sick, sick of hearing about the daughter you wanted. I was tired; I was tired of feeling like I wasn't good enough. I was trying, I was trying to open up and let the past go, but I guess I wasn't doing it fast enough.
I never thought that I would turn into the girl that cried almost every night. I was never the kind of girl to enjoy having eyes on her, nor was I the type of girl that enjoyed physical interaction, but I did it all for you. Perhaps there was a time I enjoyed those things, but I know that isn't who I am now. I think I've given up on the idea of the family because it's just a lie that people have told one too many times.
~j.g.s.b~
6/16/18
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PoetryVarious writings and I've written over the years. I wish to share some of my work and hope to inspire others to write or explore literature. I'm an amateur writer that still has a long way to go. Warning: my work is based on personal experience, and...
