being me

or should I say being a second girl born in the same house

do you know how it is?

most of the girls would know

what was your grudge with me, mother

why couldn't you love me?

why didn't your heart break, when I was sad?

why didn't your arms long for me, when I was alone?

why didn't you ask me how was I, when the only one who cared for me, was gone, my dad, 

Why didn't you, mother? 

Why didn't you care? 

Loving me wasn't supposed to be an option

you were proud of me how I looked like a doll

Russian doll and other fancy names

Porcelain color

As if that was my achievement?

Being carefree became my sin

Being happy became my crime

Why?

Loving me wasn't supposed to be an option, mother