I grew up with a lot of envy and jealousy in mind,
Yet my parents thought I was the most obedient oldest child.
I hate myself for constructing such a lie in my parents' eyes.
Was I really to blame when all I did was follow their advice?

Hidden behind the persona I carefully made,
Rebellious eyes beneath my kind and innocent stare.
Comparison and belittlement struck me like a blade,
I smile a lot so I should not shed a single tear.

Who knows what's best? Who knew me most among the rest?
The person I need? The only one meant to stay?
No place for me to insist, locked myself in, I must not resist.
Sewing my future to make up for their past, my life's their choice, their choice's my role, their role I must act to finish their play.


© jhen.nieanne