I would be anything for you.

I would be the good student, pulling out my hair and sobbing into my pillow just to get that A.

I would be the older sibling, a third parent who teaches them things you never thought of.

I would be the extrovert, forcing myself to talk to strangers you happen to like.

I would be the gracious one, forgiving your mistakes.

Because after all, you’re only human, unlike me in your eyes.

A few years ago.

One year ago.

I would have been anything for you.

But maybe I deserve more than that.

I won’t be uncomfortable for your satisfaction.

I won’t let you push down my personality, even when I shove it away myself.

I won’t cry because of you anymore.

I won’t be the perfect daughter.

It was pointless for you to try.

I really wish you didn’t try.

I refuse to be anything now.