A Daughter's Point of View

          What is it like to be a daughter? Well, you have to be PRIM and PROPER. You have to STAND UP STRAIGHT.FOLLOW the rules. Get HIGH SCORES. Wear NICE CLOTHES. Style your HAIR. Be POLITE. Write NEATLY. Don't SCREAM. Be RESPONSIBLE. And the list goes on.

       People in general --not just DAUGHTERS-- are different. People vary in different shapes, sizes, colors, likes, attributes, characteristics, personalities. But why compare? Almost everyday of me living, I had always heard, "Look at HER so responsible and hardworking." "So neat and right." "Look how she takes care of EVERYTHING." I remember telling myself, "Ok let's be THEM." I strive, worked and cried just to be on their level. But in the end there's always someone NEW to compete with.

       To be honest it's kind of tiring. Physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. I try to hide it and with what happened, it's still working.

      I never really understood why people compare. To me comparing leads to INSECURITIES and DEPRESSION. I just want to scream the truth, all my rants, questions. But, I can't. Because I am a DAUGHTER -- the eldest to be exact -- and I don't get the chance to express what I feel.

      I have to be STRONG yet be PROPER. I have to WORK HARD but get LOOKED DOWN when they don't see it. I have to act PRETTY and BEAUTIFUL when I feel the OPPOSITE. I have to share my thoughts but it's rude to talk back. I have to SMILE when my EYES says differently. I have to strive to BE SOMEONE ELSE when the truth is I want to show them me. I have to be PERFECT to everyone.

      I was born and raised like this. Then all of the sudden alll of that needs to change. "Be THIS. Be THAT. Do THIS. No, you're doing it WRONG. You don't DO ANYTHING. You're NO HELP. Choose THIS. Choose THAT. No , WRONG CHOICE." I don't get it! 'You're too DIRTY' they say, 'You're too LAZY, FAT, RESTLESS, LOUD, KNOW-IT-ALL, UGLY. What more can I be.

    It's depressing to think that people always expect a daughter like me to be PERFECT when they call me a lot of THINGS. How can someone be so TWISTED like that?

    They say and see how INDEPENDENT I am but they say the OPPOSITE. When they say you can DO THIS but they GET MAD. When they tell you they'll DO IT but tell others about it.

     HOW CAN YOU MAKE ME UNDERSTAND YOU WHEN YOU CANT UNDERSTAND ME. How can you know I'm in PAIN? How I CRY at night? How I ENDURE BULLYING? How I PUSH MYSELF to others just to feel ACCEPTED? How I CONTINUE my journey to find the truth? How I STRIVE at school? HOW? When you always think of SOMEONE that I could BECOME.

    I can't and never will be any of those PEOPLE. I was RAISED and BORN this way. I am a DAUGHTER, but I will never be a PERFECT ONE because from the beginning, I was already BROKEN and INCOMPLETE.

       Longing for the TRUTH and UNDERSTANDING, I am a DAUGHTER. Part of this society and this is my POINT OF VIEW.