Piece of Cake

As I toil with their expectations

Knowing I’ll never be free

Or be what they want me to be.

The perfect daughter or the perfect wife

I seize to be what they want from me.

Exhausted of trying so hard

To receive but a taste of the cake

I helped create.

What we built has only been based

On the equation of my mistakes.

He plays his games with my heart

To pretend he will change even if it’s

Just for a part.

The words he sarcastically deem

Upon this selfless soul

Who will always, somehow, feel alone.

I refuse to be a piece of my downfall

In the years to come.

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