Golden Pedestal

They put me on pedestal so I know I can’t fall down and if I’m not impeccable I guess I’m just their big letdown. They say they want me to be better than they ever were; I’ve got to be a go-getter, not just any amateur. How can I live up to this ideal, when that’s so far from the truth? My nature must I conceal, am I a misunderstood youth? They say they know who I am, before I even do. I nod quietly and say “ok, ma’am”, instead of how dare you! I’m not allowed to fail, or ever make a mistake Since I know what failure entails: a daughter to forsake. On those particular days, I can feel the noose around my throat. What they want feels like a maze; they love to watch and gloat as I wander through its walls so lost and filled with doubt, I’m just their little doll and I’m never getting out. By: Chelsea P. Stone 2/16/2017