My Sonnets, Poems and Quotes

My Life and struggles are not my own.

My Happiness is not mine... it's theirs.

I have not once thought or felt confident enough to ask myself...

Why didn't I want to d!e that day?

I could have easily succumbed to it if I wanted to, and died peacefully without thinking about anything...

Yet...

Why didn't I?

What is my purpose in this world?

Why am I here for?? Don't you ever wonder that??

Who cares if they hate me or not?

No matter the outcome, people will choose themselves instead of being selfless.

My life ain't worthy.

My voice won't matter,

Whether I am silent or not.

Nobody will care at one point in our lives, even mine

My Hard work is worthless

to them.

I only received my first compliment, during my time at work.

- Estoy orgulloso de ti. (I'm proud of you.eng: translation)

said my superior.

With only a few nice words I became a great worker 

until the end of my days.

My examples, words, and stories are all that I have of myself to be proud of.

My father is a Manipulative Puppet,

My mother is a guiltripper,

My sister is a liar in disguise,

and lastly, my grandmother is a psychotic narcissist.

That's all I have to say about them and it feels good to let it out.

I barely know them anymore.

Who am I to them?

Am I just the extra batch they forgot to command

to do what they say to me?

What am I?

Who am I?

Define me, everyone,

I have been the MOST obedient girl any family ever wanted and yes I may be bossy at times and yes I get so fed up with people not thinking or noticing me hold everything back as I watch how people with feelings are treated.

Why must we people with emotions have to hold back on the things we wish to say?

Should I cower in fear to them or run away and risk being homeless to escape the life I have created in the illusion I'm forced to live in?

I cry writing this and nobody notices as I quickly hide them again...

Pain

Suffering 

Mental Insanity?

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