It’s hard for me to conceptualize the expectations you try to hide,
You’re all so sneaky when you ask for my side.
When I say no, it’s as if you think I’m being snide,
But all I’m trying to do is make strides.
Understanding that “no” is a full sentence for me,
Grew difficult as it was never an option, you see.
Anytime I could refuse, I would with glee,
Seeking control, even when tempted to agree.
The lack of boundaries harmed our natural bond,
I search for our connection, but when you’re around, I tend to fawn.
I dislike this transactional, distant bond.
I ask for quality time and am met with fees,
Being fed a lie that your love language is acts of service, please.
Because I do nothing to help you out, it’s decreed,
I must not care; I feel like a bad family member indeed.
BY FAWN
THE ETHIOPIAN HERALD THURSDAY 18 JULY 2024
