A Daughter’s Lament

My heart shrinks and it gets too small,

It slowly cracks; I think I’ll fall,

Every word of ache that you always speak,

Stabs me twice and it tends to break.

I may not be your most favorite child,

But I have this heart which is gentle and mild,

To fight and cast my fear seem so inevitable,

Yet this lip still curves to escape from being vulnerable.

You both see me as the heaviest burden, You’ve once carried me but had thrown and fallen,

From time that fleets so as today, I am secretly drown by this melancholic ray.

I’m sorry for being not so good enough,

Sorry for making your lives so rough, Sorry for making you unable to laugh,

Sorry for being me— an unwanted cough.

Until when will I suffer from this agony?

You’re gradually slaying me emotionally,

Is being sensitive really a forbidden?

If it is yes, I hope that I’ll be forgiven.

I shouldn’t only be sorry but thankful too,

Thanks for dragging me down under the woe,

Thanks for breaking me more than a pieces of two,

Open your palm and accept my gratitude of wreckage’s true,

Though it badly hurts, but I’m still thanking you.

SHORT ANALYSIS :

This poem was made to silently express a child’s supplication towards her parents for being compared by someone whom she is close with. Sometimes, we can not directly confront our parents because we are afraid of them. We often keep the pain alone. Pain serves as our motivation. Despite of being hurt, we still strive for something just to make them proud.