She is happy.
She is contented with her life.
She's their angel.
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LIES..
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She just wished to be free and be recognized.
She haven't experienced a real childhood.
'Come inside sweetie..you'll get dirty out there'
She only knew a few outdoor games.
'Can I play with them?' 'We'll See'
She haven't tried walking in the rain.
'Join us.' the kids in the neighborhood invited her.
She can only shook her head.
'Im sorry. they won't let me'
The four corner's of the room became her best friends.
The books, as her playmates.
She learned to control and hide her own opinions.
'Mom,Dad I'm the top 3 in the class' she said.
'You should have been the top 1' they replied.
She just nod her head and left.
She grew following what they ordered her to do.
'Yes, Mom,Dad'
A marionette in their own fresh and blood.
'That's not what you should do'
She tried to reason out.
'Yes..b-but this is not right..'
Slap and kicks were the replied.
'You're just our child.'
'but the right for you is wrong for me and for the world.
I don't wanna see you be their laughing stock.' she thought.
She cried hard and endure the pain.
'You don't have the right to answer us.' they said.
'I know and I'm sorry'.she apologized.
'..but you don't have the right to hit me either' cried the little voice inside her head.
One wrong mistake and she could hear what she feared.
'I should have aborted you instead'
'Why can't you be like your cousins?'
Physically, mentally, emotionally traumatized.
No one can understand her.
She just want them to recognize her.
She strive hard and excelled in class.
She want them to be proud of her.
Just a simple 'I'm proud of my daughter' would be enough for her.
'is that all you can do?' came their reply.
How does it feel to speak up your opinions freely?
Would they disown their child?
Is it right to hit their own child?
'Can I take this course?'
'No you can't. Just take the one I chose for you'
'Don't I have a say on this?'
'No you don't have.'
She's happy or that was how others thought.
They can't see behind her mask.
Her eyes reflects her inner self.
A little girl is trapped inside of her.
Yearning for love that can completely understand her.
'You should be like your parents'
'What an obedient daughter. I'm sure you'll grow up like your parents'
Whispers..gossips..
Should she take it as a compliment that
they want her to be under her parents'shadow?
Can't they understand that she just want them to see.
The REAL HER..
She's tired of being compared.
She's fed up with living under their shadows.
All her efforts were futile.
'I should have aborted you instead'
Tears ran down as she remembered those vivid lines.
Their disappointment that forever haunt her will now come to end.
As the cold metal edge of the blade silenced her.
'I'm sorry but I tried hard.It's just that I can't reach your high standards.
I love you, Mom,Dad'
