awwwwww (i want this shirt)

My Secret

I loathe how i look like fake plastic doll in photos
and
how my family treats me like a wax mannequin

see me as a perfect little girl
as quiet, soft spoken, and faultless
i liked being seen as a child
now all they talk about is who i should end up marrying

i miss having the freedom to run around and play with other kids
all they want me to do sit and look pretty.
trophy neice, trophy daughter, trophy cousin
emotionless, and smiling like a robot all the time
with perfect grades
and they still want to change me

"let's change her hair(grow it out, straighten it, etc)"
they want me to dance, though i won't
they want me to sing, though i won't


all the while i'm just sitting there, out of my element, and living up to their expectations.

SeyeR(S.i.R)

PS- this was not a poem