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The easy child.
How nice it is to be the easy child.
Of course only as long as you stay easy.
You get good grades, you don't need a tutor. You just seem to understand school.
They can't know that you cry at your desk each evening. They can never know.
You help around the house without being specifically asked to.
You're scared to be yelled at like they do to your brother.
You always cry when they criticize how you do things, but they'll never know.
You walk silently, always feeling like you're standing on your tiptoes.
They scolded your brother because he was walking too loud before.
They don't know, can't know that every time they complain about you two being too loud you cry.
You walk around on eggshells, you do everything to please the people around you.
You cry at night, quietly. You try not to disturb or worry anyone.
At last you do something to set them off.
You were too loud, they yell. You yell back, why did you do that.
You're suddenly not easy anymore.
Now you're mentally ill, you need help. You cry because you can't seem to understand a topic at school. You cry at confrontation, you can't hear yelling anymore. You need help.
You don't know what you have done wrong. Now they're frustrated, angry and they yell. They keep yelling and you cry.
How nice it is to be the easy child.
Until you're not quite so easy anymore.