For as long as I can remember.
I've always been the big sister that does everything. Who tries her best to make all her siblings happy.
The oldest of the family, to make everyone proud and happy.
The girl, who tries her best to meet up with everyone's standards.
Yet, it wasn't enough for anyone.
It wasn't enough for the second sister.
It wasn't enough for all the family.
It hadn't been enough.
Yet, she tried doing it more and more. She tries to meet their standards.
But no one knew the lie she told every time they asked.
"I'm okay. I just need to clear my mind."
When all she could think about was the anxiety. The demon that wanted to break lose from its chains.
It just wasn't enough to get by.
All those late nights she stayed awake. All those words echoing in her mind. All of it was breaking her piece by piece.
"It will get better. It's another roadblock you'll get over."
Except, this isn't a roadblock anymore.
She could no longer hold it down.
The gates to her inner demon would break loose anytime soon.
Slowly. Little by little.
The walls will grow thicker and thicker.
Her heart will grow dark and cold.
Her smile is no longer real. But one of a lie. One of a mask.
"Oh. I am fine."
In pain, she will lie everytime she was asked.
'I am the sister in pain. The sister who tries to bring everyone back together. The sister who tried. The sister who failed. The sister who never cared of herself. The sister that will no longer be real. The sister that everyone will forget.'
I am that sister.
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Life Of Reality
PoetryPoems. From young to old. Happy to unhappy. Friends to family. Poetry to many lines of words. Only one author to write it all. ×××× Ranks: #27 in meaning
