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Good enough?
Sometimes in my life I don’t feel good enough.
I’m not the child who’s worth all the attention
Not the child who needs it
But I’ve always desperately wanted it
When I was in the 7th grade, my mom stopped coming to my school conferences
She told me that she was sick of hearing the same thing
“Carley-Janae’s great.”
“She gets all her work done and is great working with others”
I didn’t mind
It was whatever really
I know she’s proud of me
In the 9th grade everything started going downhill.
I had a major surgery on my pancreas
I lost my grandmother to cancer
And I lost my older sister to heart problems
No one checked on me much
I never showed too much sadness because I didn’t want the attention
When I look back at it I think that I did
Want the attention
I never gave anyone a reason to question my mental state
I kept my grades at A’s
I kept a smile on my face
And I only cried when I knew no one was watching
By the tenth grade everything just started feeling off
It started off great
I got a job that I love
I even reconnected with my old best friend
But still something was wrong
I started to feel a huge wave of sadness.
Actually it was more like a tsunami
I stopped feeling any motivation to do things
When in class I just sat there
I listened to everything
Well sometimes
But I never did the work
Sometime the smallest thing ticks me off
My mom picks more fights with me
And I just felt so sad about it all
I don’t understand where it’s coming from
Anyone who payed attention could tell that something was wrong
But no one did
Because no one cared
No one asked
Because no one cared
In the height of it all my middle brother was in and out of juvie
On and off of house arrest
My second youngest was having more phone calls home from school because of his behavior
And my youngest brother is a baby
So he requires the utmost attention
Where does that leave me?
The Glass Child is what it’s called
The child who’s invisible because their sibling or siblings require more attention
I am the glass child
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This poem was written to describe in colors how I feel in my home. Sometimes I just kind of feel invisible. This poem helped me figure out why.