Is it because I am too involved in my future?
Or is it because I am the only one that stands out like a sore thumb in your “perfect family”?
Is it because I am an outcast, a freak, an individual that believes in her basic human rights?
You have always told me, “Be Yourself,” yet when I am myself, I don't fit into your vision of me. Am I not good enough?
All these expectations, and I can't do anything right!
Emotions run through my mind like a wild animal.
Isolation.
Depression.
Salty tears streaming down my face, each day
Doing all I can to please you and make you…
Proud, but it is hopeless, lost in a void through the emptiness of space.
Yet a thousand moons pass and I feel your icy stare slowly distancing itself away from me.
Mother--
Am I not good enough?
With each passing day, I feel the weight of a thousand men upon my chest.
Fearing the day your voice says,
“Me has decepcionado…”