Silence is Maturity??

Let me be honest for a second.

I try to make my parents happy. I try to excel at everything I can, art, music, school. I draw tons of pictures for them and make lots of sculptures and they are never hung up or used.

I always keep my mouth shut but I’m tired of holding it inside my head.

I honestly have so much to say, and I don’t know where to start. First of all, I always take the blame for stuff that my brother does. He’s absolutely peerrffeecctt. But not only is he so perfect, but he gets straight A’s and I don’t. I can’t, honestly. I have tried my honest to God hardest and spent hours on homework and still gotten D’s and C’s. Now, lets take into consideration that my brother is the youngest and I am the oldest. I do just about everything; I feel like the mother. I cook dinners(for everyone), I clean at 7:00 a.m when everyone else is asleep, I babysit, I make myself late for leadership meetings just so that I make sure that the house is locked in the mornings. I take the dogs out to go potty. I clean up messes. I feed the dogs.

I really don’t know what to say except for one thing. The answer to a question that everybody asks.

Have you ever wondered which hurts the most: Saying something and wishing you had not or saying nothing and wishing you had.

Definitely saying nothing and wishing that you had.

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