The angry daughter

Peculiarly Lauren

I am the angry daughter.

The one told all my life —

“your short fuse is not wife material”

My opinions “too opinionated”

My cynicism a path to slaughter.

 

—

 

Ive let the wrong people get too close, kept the right ones too far.

Born into wolves with sheep’s clothing.

 

now

 

I do not trust authenticity,

I detach at the first sign of conflict 

I fear the scars.

—

I am the shoulder that everyone leans on 

But god forbid I lean. 

So I’ve turned to journalism,

reliable

welcoming

unlike the walls I’ve called home. 
Always the writer… never the muse. 

Full of love, no one to receive it. 
Partially my fault…

 

I do not know how to wear my heart on my sleeve. 

always the lover & never the loved.

 

Yet afraid to love.

because manipulation wore the mask of home. 

Role models looked through my pain—

 

can’t be proud of my accomplishments —

they were obligations 

not choices…

 

I am a makeshift mother,

marriage counselor 

punching bag

Factory set to be ‘convenient’

 

—

 

Accessible,

The best people pleaser.

 

I am…

the angry daughter. 

made that way and never known any different. 

— PL.

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  • sorenbarrett

    A powerful poem that many can identify with. Carefully organized and written with great images it rings of authenticity and echoes warning to others. Time for retooling I would say. Loved the poem

  • Poetic Licence

    A passionate write that many will relate with, the way it is structured allows good imagery as you read through, written with honesty and gives the warning needed, very good write

  • Tony36

    Powerful

  • MR.apocalypse

    ive written something like this a loong time go........its good for you to be realistic with yourself and honest with your own short comings....... and honest to yourself about the things you did not create.......and the things you cannot control ....but after this moment of cathartic release......and speaking the dark to to world without a name to put to the story ...,.... and after you can come to terms with the aspects that are hard to accept and accept the way things are...there is only one question left ... what are you going to do about it



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