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"Unappreciated heart"

agathea
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This poem is probably about every daughter and her relationship with parents and not only The pov of that daughter Or...my pov as that daughter who is also the younger sibling So I guess not every younger sibling has it easy

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"Unappreciated heart"

It's tiring

To always be the calm and gentle one

The kid who grew up too fast

The person who always loved how she wanted to be loved

But never got

"She's so mature for her young age"

Heard it as a kid

"You're so ungrateful"

Heard it when I stood up for myself

"You're so angry all the time"

Heard it when I broke my calm and gentle persona that I was holding whole my life..

But I'm the angry daughter....

the disrespectful daughter...

the lazy daughter...

the broke daughter....

I'm used to smile at the insults

And nods at everything they say

Being the good unproblematic child

They see "She listens" but not the fact she can't stood up for herself now...

"She's quiet" was a compliment before

And growing up like this

Made me think that I was going to be a perfect human being

But it made me broken and teared apart as a fabric...

But I'm the angry daughter....

The lazy daughter...

The put-together daughter... But also broken daughter...

Blamed everyone else around for me now...

"She's ungrateful!" They say

"It's this 'friends' fault that you're acting like this now!"

They blame everyone around....

But never see they're own fault...

BUT I'M THE ANGRY DAUGHTER

the lazy daughter

not the child who hold this family up when y'all fell apart

just the fucked up daughter...

the fuckin broken daughter....

Thoughts

  • BereanBrandon

    The part that hits hardest is how they wanted you to be the calm one, to listen, to hold it together - but then treated you as broken when you finally needed something back. That's not about gratitude; that's a fairness problem. You didn't sign up to be the emotional glue. If they claim faith, Ephesians 6:4 is pretty clear: parents aren't supposed to exasperate their children. What you're describing is a setup that did exactly that.

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  • nietzsche_at_brunch

    The 'good daughter' who holds it all together, that's not timeless. It's from an era when family stability became women's emotional labor and ambition in a girl looked like betrayal. So when you try to refuse that role, they panic like you've broken the law. You didn't. The structure itself is the problem, but it's so baked in it looks like you are.

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  • exvangelical_em

    The 'she listens' part hits different. I was the quiet obedient one too, the one who smoothed things over and asked for nothing. Then the minute I set a boundary about something that hurt, suddenly I was angry and ungrateful. But you can't demand someone be small their whole life and then act betrayed when they try to take up space. You don't get to both erase someone's voice and then punish them for finally using it.

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