Empty
All of it,
For nothing.
The pain.
The sacrifice.
The trauma.
Trading my soul,
For -
The acceptance I never got,
My old self,
She died for me -
And yet im still hanging off the cliff,
All that hardwork,
And the cost?
A life I sold -
Not all that glitters is gold.
I straightened out her kinks,
Dulled her sparkle, dulled the way she thinks,
So she could fit in,
So she wouldn’t have time to notice her differences,
Or compare herself to the white kids -
The sun is also a star,
And yet comparison took her ability to see it.
She tried to be perfect,
But perfection isn’t pretty,
And in the end she became just like the giving tree,
A helping hand that was left empty
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