My parents wonder why I'm depressed. I don't think they realize that I am human and have feelings. I don't think they realize that their words are causing the emotional pain that I can't fix. I don't think they realize that by comparing me to my seemingly perfect brother, my self esteem suffers. I don't think they realize the tears that flow down my cheeks at night. I don't think they realize that by forcing me to do the things that no child should have to go through is making me suffer.
What they do realize are the flaws that only they see. How I can't smile without it being forced. How I don't feel the pain anymore. How I seem to love being in the same room as them.
Is a parent's love supposed to make a child feel... Good? I wouldn't know since I never had parents that were proud of me. My parents decided that I didn't deserve to be happy.
Aren't parents supposed to help their children? Not make them suffer?
