by Malec » Tue Aug 07, 2012 2:07 pm
Dear Mother and Father,
Please, stop making me feel so inadequate. I don't think I can reach the heights that you expect me to. When I do finally accomplish something, I look at you for aproval. When I said "The sky is the limit," you told me that there are footsteps on the moon. You told me that I am "The Golden Child" and that I am your last hope for having a better child. I look up to my older siblings, and I don't know how I could ever be better than them, like you want me to be. I am not as smart as your oldest, who went to college and is now a lawyer. I am not as strong as your second child, who is an excellent Marine. I am not as pretty as your third child, who knows how to use makeup and how to get other's attention. I am not good at anything they do, and you expect me to excel at it all. I am good at one thing, wich is art. I always paint and draw, and you look at my creations like one would gaze at a cockroach in their food.
I no longer show you my creations. I have heard you talk to each other about how I have become "obsessed" with art. I pretend that it was just a hobby, and one I am now over. The truth is that I love to draw, and if you did see my art and really look at it, you could see that I have definitely improved. I am proud to say that I can take any photograph and transfer it onto a canvas using my paint, or paper using my pencils.
I just hope that one day, you might expect me to be me, and no one else.
“It was books that made me feel that perhaps I wasn't completely alone."
- Will Herondale, Clockwork Prince