Moroze
Defect
- Aug 9, 2023
- 157
My parents don't see me, they see a stain, a failure, something that never should have existed. An abomination. That's what I am to them. Not a person. Not their child. Just some twisted reflection of everything they hate.
They talk about love like it's earned. Like I have to mould myself into their version of "acceptable" just to be tolerated. But I'm not here to perform for their approval anymore. I'm sick of shrinking myself just to make them comfortable.
They raised me to believe I was wrong simply for being who I am. Every sigh, every judgmental glance, every passive-aggressive comment, that wasn't love. That was control. That was shame dressed up as concern.
I refuse to carry their disgust on my back any longer. I refuse to be their scapegoat, their disappointment, their so-called abomination.
They don't have to love me.
They talk about love like it's earned. Like I have to mould myself into their version of "acceptable" just to be tolerated. But I'm not here to perform for their approval anymore. I'm sick of shrinking myself just to make them comfortable.
They raised me to believe I was wrong simply for being who I am. Every sigh, every judgmental glance, every passive-aggressive comment, that wasn't love. That was control. That was shame dressed up as concern.
I refuse to carry their disgust on my back any longer. I refuse to be their scapegoat, their disappointment, their so-called abomination.
They don't have to love me.
