Stuck
Sometimes I remember I wasn't born to please anyone.
I didn't chose to be born.
I didn't owe anyone a life I didn't ask for.
So I rebelled.
I stopped trying to please him.
I stopped trying to reach his high standards.
I did what I WANTED.
I went out wherever and whenever.
I dressed how I liked.
I did what I wanted with my hair.
I acted how I wanted.
I finally felt free and happy.
But with every action comes a consequence.
I fell back under his words.
The more I tried to please him, the more I drowned.
I struggled and finally drowned, sinking to the bottom.
My grades dropped.
My mental health got bad.
I felt stuck, AGAIN.
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