I'm the youngest daughter of my family Or they say the dumbest of the family Don't ask her , she won't know Let her be , she is spoilt.. having it all The comfort, luxuries, guidance and protection. From far , all assume I'm fine Little do they know the battles I'm fighting to be myself . I hate the rules & the overcare cages my tolerance Comments passed on to me for not being like my elder brother or not having the face of my mom Who will tell them? I'm born in an already built house but I'm built different Food already on my plate, clothes which I never wear , but I'm aware I'm grateful for it all I'm always taught to stay within limits, my confidence is pulled down , maintain our reputation, behave like a good girl Did my parents ever have time to know me? No. I just wanted them to owe me Slap me , make me angry, tell me my mistakes... the expectations and comparison is just a waste. This was a tale of the yo...