Do I really have to be a certain way to be seen as normal?
Must I really behave and do what society tells me to do?
Why is everything expected of me?
I’m not perfect and I do not wish to be...
I just wish to be myself, to let go of the obligations, and to do as I please.
I am young, but I am grown enough to make my own choices.
What have I gotten myself into?
Why have I chosen a path that both makes me happy and hopeful, yet also makes me feel trapped?
I’m expected to be the perfect child.
They want me to be a good example for my siblings.
I barely speak to them, and yet somehow, I’m still an influence on them.
If I leave, they’ll miss the older sister that was supposed to teach them to be better.
But, If I stay, they’ll become as depressing as me.
It’s so tough being the older sister, the perfect daughter, the most decent Christian girl.
I make many mistakes.
There’s so much I do that they will never know.
There’s so much I do, that I’d rather die than to tell.
I am a horrible person, but my facade is such an angel.
A fallen angel that never wants to get up because I’m forced to deal with these obligations.
About the Creator
Gentherly Coronado
I love to write poetry, and it can be quite dark at times. One thing about all of it, is that it comes from my heart. Everything I write is based on my life, and hopefully some of my words touch someone’s heart.
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