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The youngest daughter

 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 youngest daughter 

Or the dumbest daughter 



Thankyou very much 

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