I will never be a perfect sister,
Or a perfect daughter.
The real me is strong,
But the reflection of myself I show,
Is softer.
I'm not like the other girls,
Pretty, poised and humble.
I'm different,
I make mistakes and stumble.
I'm not meant to play this part,
But if I don't,
I'll break my family's heart.
If I were to truly be myself,
I'd have to go far away.
I know that if I stay here,
I'll let everyone down and make a fool of myself again.
I put on a pretty face and dress myself up.
Act like the other girls,
Be someone I'm not.
To keep my family's honor that's what I must do.
The real my is screaming inside,
Telling me that's not true.
Who is that girl I see,
Standing straight, back at me.
Why is my reflection someone I don't know.
The side I'm not,
The side that everyone hopes.
Somehow I cannot hide,
Who I am
Though I've tried,
When will my reflection show who I am inside.
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Moments In Life
Poetry"Can you remember who you were before the world told you who you should be?" A collection of poems depicted from different scenarios and things in life. Cover made by : @singlepringle4eva
