SWEET SIDE

They want for me to be outspoken, 

To leave my comfort zone,
But I have grown to be my own comfort.

They want me to mingle,
But I’d rather be single in my space.

They want me to be perfect,
But my imperfections make me who I am.

They want me to dress, talk, walk 
Like their baby girl forever,
Can I be my girl, for once?

and learn from my mistakes.

They want me to be some kind of person
Just so people would say nice things.

“I don’t care what they say” I yell, 

begging my tears not to betray me 
“you should care” they yell back.

Their words pierce through my heart
and I think of  SUICIDE
Rather, SWEET-SIDE 
Coz it would take away the pain, FOREVER.

Can I take matters into my hands?
and free them from this burden they call “child”!

Maybe, just maybe,

by all means possible, 

they’d have another,
Who would be all I never was,

A people’s person, 
Their definition of PERFECT and GOOD ENOUGH.

Alas! uncertainty and love hold me back.

Uncertainty as to where I’d go from here, and
the love of those who genuinely care.

But I hope these factors hold me long enough,
that someday I won’t leave one question on their lips 

“Why did she do it?”

Hey you, yes you friend, have you ever contemplated suicide? Or you are contemplating it because of a few challenges?

Just know that I love you so much and would rather cry with you than cry for you.

You are SPECIAL and your presence here on earth is a big deal to God...

Want to talk about it?

You can reach out to me here

Until then, 

Stay happy, 

I am rooting for you