A letter from Jun 10, 2025

--- INVISIBLE CHAINS If she fails, the lectures come like storms— No peace, no rest, just endless scorn. Nobody cares how many hours she’s spent, Or how she carries their burdens, silent and bent. She tries everything, but nobody cares enough, As if her efforts never measure up. She’s never allowed to just be or heal, While her sisters roam free, untouched, unreal. They say she’s just like her father—gone but still tough, A shadow she never chose, a name that’s rough. He’s dead, yet they weigh her with his ghost, A burden she carries, a cruel, heavy host. They say she’s too mature, like it’s some grand prize, But who decided to steal her childhood, disguise her cries? They see strength but not the cracks beneath, Not the silent screams she tries to sheath. Her mother cares more about men than her own daughter, Missing the silent pain behind every falter. While she’s called selfish, with a mouth too loud, She’s just a lost girl beneath the crowd. Their mistakes vanish—ignored, unseen, But hers become scars, raw and keen. She’s drowning beneath a weight not her own, Carrying shame that’s been deeply sown. “Why can’t you be like them?” they sneer, But she’s breaking, buried in fear. Tired of being perfect, a constant machine, The only daughter caught in this cruel routine. If she stumbles, she’s the fault, the flaw, While her sisters escape every law. Why does the world demand so much from her heart? Why is she the one left falling apart? ---