When you utter those words,
When you say what you do,
I promise that none,
Can come right through,
From my mind- to your ears,
Even though I know the tears..
Familiar they are to my eyes,
Even though I know the lies,
See I've been crying for a while,
Knowing I'll never be your child,
The one who laughs, the one who smiles,
The one who's known for miles and miles,
The one whose praises are always heard,
The one whose name is a golden word,
The one who'll remember all you say,
And whose every answer is just, "Okay.",
For I know me, I'm not that child,
I'm crazy, I'm angry, long gone wild,
All I want is to make you proud,
So you'll say my name just as loud,
As I cry inside everyday,
Fighting the monster of dismay.
-Aneesha Tulluri.
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