Feb 2018
Look at me. I will never pass for a perfect bride.
Or a perfect Daughter. Can it be, I'm not meant to play this part.
Now I see that if I were truly to be myself. I would break my Family's Heart.
Who is that girl I see? Staring straight back at me. Why is my reflection someone I don't know?
Somehow I can not hide, Who I am though I tried.
When will my reflection show who I am inside?
When will my reflection show who I am inside?
Or a perfect Daughter. Can it be, I'm not meant to play this part.
Now I see that if I were truly to be myself. I would break my Family's Heart.
Who is that girl I see? Staring straight back at me. Why is my reflection someone I don't know?
Somehow I can not hide, Who I am though I tried.
When will my reflection show who I am inside?
When will my reflection show who I am inside?
I feel like my Family hate me. picking for everything I do. they are getting up me for everything. i have tried to change myself for them. they always do not see my hard work. now I don't know who I am and so this poem sums up how I am feeling. Comment if you want But Honestly idc what happens today. I am looking into a blurry mirror.
