I’m so tired of that act called life

Since I can think I was forced into a role for which I was not destined. I was educated to be a small porcelain doll that my mother could be proud of. Never thinking anything naughty, never doing anything bad, keeping my shape, keeping my mind together, always being delicate and pure, thinking of being destined for something better. Mom, allow me to tell you a little secret…. I never was the person you wanted me to be, I wasn’t destined for that life you were planning for me. You forced me to smile and act as if everything was ok so people could praise you for your efforts, but did you ever think of me? Do you even know me? You never wanted to get to know me….. because you always knew I was shattered deep inside since that incident you try to hide with a vengeance. It’s easier to play the act than face reality, isn’t it? Oh well, then let’s continue to play the act until the curtain falls…. I just wonder when that will be.