Only child. <br />Lonely child. <br />The symbol of perfection, in my father's eye, <br />A life of expectations, which naturally were high. <br />Never feeling worthy. <br />Never growing old. <br />Always striving silently to be ‘As good as gold'. <br />The life my parents didn't have - a burden just for me, <br />Wrapped in guilt and pretty things that bound me to their knees. <br />The weight of constant criticism placed upon my head, <br />The mantra ‘Could do better', echoed ‘till I'm dead. <br />What would they do if I did not? <br />Or, told them how I felt, <br />Would their false reality crumble? <br />Would all their aspirations melt? <br />Would a ‘wake up' to my adult life suddenly make them see? <br />They are not the ideal parents, which they profess to be.<br /><br />Teedy Dawn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/only-child/
