Mom
Wrinkled skin, such apparent loneliness, but a slight glow still in her eye.
Her work unseen, she scrubs and toils voluntarily.
Striving for others’ happiness.
Dad
Pressed pants with sleek button-up shirt, a constant image.
A man with wanting eyes.
Touch of his skin is cold.
He bleeds account numbers and constant projects.
Brother
Military-style hair with athletic soccer build.
Glides through life a magnet for ribbons and trophies.
Carries a look that screams, “Don’t stand in my way!”
Perfection is stamped on his forehead.
Me
Given everything, but my eyes are black and cold, lost in a gaze.
Empty heart, that doesn’t want or strive.
Confused on my path, but not seeking for the right one.
Just putting one foot in front of the other.
Wrinkled skin, such apparent loneliness, but a slight glow still in her eye.
Her work unseen, she scrubs and toils voluntarily.
Striving for others’ happiness.
Dad
Pressed pants with sleek button-up shirt, a constant image.
A man with wanting eyes.
Touch of his skin is cold.
He bleeds account numbers and constant projects.
Brother
Military-style hair with athletic soccer build.
Glides through life a magnet for ribbons and trophies.
Carries a look that screams, “Don’t stand in my way!”
Perfection is stamped on his forehead.
Me
Given everything, but my eyes are black and cold, lost in a gaze.
Empty heart, that doesn’t want or strive.
Confused on my path, but not seeking for the right one.
Just putting one foot in front of the other.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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