I've thought of it, turned his words over in my head,
My father told me to get early in my bed.
I followed his order and I'm still following it,
Of course, time has passed, and I've grown more than a bit.

My mum told me,
to always top my classes,
I do what she said
I now wear thick glasses.
My gran told me
to do what is kind,
I've worked on it
 her words fresh in my mind.

My sister wanted me
to never drink even a sip,
I've followed her words
and get called 'a creep'.
My brother said protectively,
"don't ever talk to a boy",
So I kept my distance
even though he was a great guy.

For the years that followed
I've worked hard on me,
Trying to become
what they want me to be,
They want me to be
a pretty little doll,
Smart and kind and creep and all,
Once in a while
I wonder who I really am,
Not all the time though cuz
I'm busy keeping the good name.

For all my life I've been
sculpted by them,
Carved for their satisfaction,
my life has a black hem,
They do randomly stroll in my room-
 usually when they are yellow,
Telling me one more rule
that they never seem to follow,
It's been many years
I have followed it tough,
I am still crying in my bed
I am still not enough,
Like thunder to a cloud
a thought struck me-
yes, I'll believe it cause
thats what the truth must be!
That for no reason
have I been forever sappy,
I was always good
it's just them who's not happy.