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.
"Unappreciated heart"
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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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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
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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....
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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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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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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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