I am a daughter
I am not perfect
I have flaws
Though I hide them,
They still exist.
Behind the smiles and laughs
Behind the walls of pretend happiness
Is a scared girl
Finding her path
“She graduated top of her class”
“She was student council president”
“She’s a state champion”
“I want to be her when I grow up”
People only see
The pictures we paint for them
People don’t see
The pain that it took to make the portrait
They see the 4.0
But not the panic attacks before each test
They see the girl speaking in assemblies
But not the gray-hair-inducing stress accompanying the title
They see the girl holding a trophy, her name etched in gold
But not the countless ice baths or pain killers
I don’t know where I’m going
But I know I am on my way
I know that I have flaws
But I know that I am loved
Next time you try to define me
Don’t define me by my achievements.
Understand that I do more
Understand that there is more to me
Than the list of titles following my name.
I am more.
So much more.