I wrote pretty bad poem, and wanted to share it.
She doesn’t want to bother anyone, Nor be a burden. She has, ‘no problems’, But that’s a lie. Now, she’s finally done. She’s uncertain, Carrying truths she’s not ready to unburden. But will they buy, Her act of fine? Doubt that, I do. She won’t be able to keep up the lie. But, she’ll try. She’s the responsible one, after all. She’s the mature one, always good. But when will she break? Cave, and give up? Just how long can she last? She wants to grow up, to be free. But, she wants to stay young. To not carry responsibilities. When will what she does be enough? Freedom comes for a price. She tries her hardest to pay, but always falls short. How can it be enough? She must be mature, and be the example. She must act like the oldest, after all. Because she's the eldest daughter. Idk what to call it.
