A Non-Savant
There is not much help left.
My parents feel bereft.
All I am is a child that has sacrificed-
My moments of childhood happiness, hoping my obedience will suffice.
But with time my lacking becomes more apparent.
And even though my parents’ promises to me are inherent.
Even though they know there is no promise from me-
They give me hugs so that my tears drain free.
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