A model child envied by parents.
The good child is what you call me,
The well-behaved pubescent.
perhaps, there is more to my story.
I love it when you smile at me,
I live by your rules and morals.
My eyes are glass mirrors,
A reflection of what you want to see.
I am set as an example to follow,
The weight of goodness on my shoulders.
My fragile heart is a chamber of secrets,
If I open the locks, will I still be THE GOOD CHILD?
Someone or persons submitted my last post to
@curie and it got approved, I don't know who you are, but you are an Angel. much love 馃挀 to everyone that supported.Thanks for reading. these are my previous poems 馃槉
THE PERFECTIONIST TRAP
GROW UP
HUNGER
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