Help
Help is what I need. From anyone.
Anywhere
Help
To break free from this endless journey of pain, hate, perceptions, and society
Everyone expects me to be perfect
Walking down the street, I am bombarded with suppressions
My heels clicked into the first step on the path
"Juliet I think, you've gained some weight, go on a water diet, you need that perfect body", my mum whispers.
Another click of a step. " Juliet we have to hurry, your meeting is less than 10 minutes and you have the concert afterward", my dad uttered.
Walking faster now, the clicking gets louder. " Wah, if it isn't Juliet, the youngest girl to get a Ph.D.", a passerby muttered to himself.
My eye caught a glimpse of the TV playing in the glass store.
I turned for a second to see a girl with the same blue eyes, slim body and flowing blonde hair is winning a prize for the international cooking competition.
Is that really me?
It seems as though I'm perfect in everyone's eyes but when I look in the glass again, I see a dark depressed, helpless girl staring back
My life poses as an endless cycle of interview, concerts, tests, games
I have no space, as my parent's expectations grab me by my throat and suffocate me
I need a light, a light to get me out of here.
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Help
Help is what I need. From anyone.
Anywhere
Help
Sent to work in the slums, my white step family despises me.
I am a mere black boy, that everyone more or less hates.
Rumors circulate everywhere.
Walking down the street, I feel the stares burning through my back, and the whispers made me dizzy.
'Romeo's dad was an alcoholic and died young'
' Oh, that makes sense cos' I heard his mum took her life, after the shock'
' Actually didn't he kill his mum and that's why the white people forced him outta school'
The rumors whisper constantly in my ears, but I have learned to live by them.
The truth and the false
But I do not know how much longer I can live in the grasps of this white family's gossip
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The waves crash overpowers my thoughts, as I try to grasp at the fragments of positivity in my life but there are none. The sun is rising slowly and I have 30 minutes before I have to go to rehearsal.
But I choose not to go. I want to stay here in the ocean and let the waves engulf my thoughts, worries, responsibilities.
This beach at the edge of town far away from home was hidden, I have never seen anyone come here before, so I can rest assured that no one will come here screeching "OMG, isn't that Juliet the all-rounder model" or one of my mum's servants spying on me.
I had completely given up this perfect life was too much for me. I started to drown myself in the waves.
The water flowed up to my neck as I glimpsed a black figure sinking in the distance.
