“I was just trying to be what you wanted!” She screamed, crying.

“The person you needed to be.. wasn’t who you became. You became selfish, conceded, hateful, vengeful. What I wanted was peace. What you became was strife. Chaos. You were insatiable! That’s not what I wanted! I…”. My voice cracked as I held back the tears, “I wanted… I NEEDED someone I could rely on!”

“Did I not protect you...

Growing up was constantly

Swimming

With no gills

In a pool of ice water

Always moving

Pursuing

The label of

Your perfect daughter

You love me, you applaud me

You know that I’m smart

But what happens when

Miss perfect

Stops playing her part?

Will you still adore me

If about me

You can no longer brag?

If I start speaking my mind?

Waving a more colorful flag?

If I center my values

Instead of padding ...

i honestly hate this one so feel free to ignore it

she said i was too short for the picture

too tall for my boyfriend.

he says i eat too much

but when i cut back, my parents force more food in my mouth.

mom says that she loves me no matter the grade

and switches up at the sight of a 75%.

why does nothing i do end well for me?

i was just trying to be what they wanted.....

Do you want me to be a cheerleader? Is that the only way you’ll be interested in me? Is that the only thing you care about? Well, I’m sorry that it’s not going to happen. I’m me, and that’s good enough for me.

I wish you were more like you used to be before cheer became your life. Don’t you remember that you were interested in stories? You used to write amazing stories about animals that seemed s...

**_Loriene_**

“I was just trying to be what you wanted—“

My mother slaps me across my face, sharp, a slice through the air and upon my cheek. The stinging starts after a few seconds, but I can’t seem to move my head, move any part of my body, really.

“How _dare_ you embarrass me! HOW DARE YOU!” My mother grabs my face between her hand, nails pressing against the softer parts of it.

“Mother,” I...

I was just trying to be whatever you wanted.

That was how it started, and somehow, it was still where I found myself. Caught in a loop, a constant battle between who I was and who I was supposed to be—at least in your eyes. And for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why that mattered so much. But it did. More than I wanted to admit.

When we first met, you seemed so certain of everything. You ...

It was a relatively good day for the a math test, easygoing.

Maybe today I could do better, hopefully.

Mrs. Rich began handing out the papers, giving words of encouraemt to my class mates around me.

Then she got to me.

She gave a gentle smirk, with a thousand meanings behind it.

“ Good luck Alexandra. You’ll definaintly need it.”

Before I could answer, she whipped wround and cat walked back to her...

“I was just trying to be what you wanted,” I said. “That’s why you actually liked me back then. Because I didn’t say anything, or do anything, that could potentially piss you off. I’ve stopped walking on eggshells around you, so now you realize that you have no control over me.”

I stepped forwards. “I was scared. I’m not scared anymore. I will tell the entire world what he did to me because I did...

I was just trying to be what you wanted

Call me inferior

All I was, was exploited

A child amongst children

Innocent and benign

Chasing after someone

That never cherished my life

All I wanted

Was to make you proud,

To be in your good graces

But your cruelty abounds

You never even wanted me

To see the light of life

I’m sure you’re astonished

I’m still standing here just fine...

“I was just trying to be what you wanted.” The hero trembles. Shaking as though the earth itself was trying to get them to fall to their knees. The blood around me is making me dizzy. “I told you I was willing to go as far as I needed to. I needed you to love me back!”

The villian looks at the hero covered in blood and sighs. “It was my job to give you the world. And now you’ve destroyed it.”

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