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
Copyright © Chelsea P. Stone | Year Posted 2017
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