Tazia :
I'm the older sister, the scapegoat, the family's black cat. The weight of unspoken expectations crushes me; silent criticisms and constant comparisons chip away at my self-worth. I absorb everyone's disappointments, their anger, their unresolved pain. I'm the lightning rod, always struck by the family's storms. I apologize constantly, even when I'm blameless, burdened by guilt that isn't mine to carry. They never saw my pain. Did they ever even ask if I was okay? Their indifference felt like a thousand tiny, agonizing cuts, each one a stark reminder of my isolation, my perceived worthlessness. Their silence was a deafening roar, a constant accusation of my inadequacy. Invisible, unheard, unloved – my pain dismissed, my struggles ignored, my very existence minimized. Then came the cruelest words: "Why are you crying? You're such a fool." The tears I couldn't hold back were a testament to the unbearable weight of it all. "Get your grades up! We don't work hard just so you can fail!" they'd scream. I poured my heart into everything, striving for a single, heartfelt "We're proud of you," a genuine expression of love and acceptance – a validation I never received. Instead, unfounded accusations chipped away at my already fragile spirit, leaving me feeling utterly alone and broken.
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