Crown made with barbed wire.

Drama Queen

by Alex

Published: 14 June 2025

#Growing up #Identity

I spent my childhood being called drama queen.

I spent my childhood being called dramatic.

I spent my childhood being called intense.

I hate the fact everyone called me that.

I hate how it shapes me today.

I hate how I can’t truly tell others how I feel in fear of eye rolls.

I hate how I can’t express my emotions in fear of accusations.

I hate how I lie my way through difficult times.

I hate how my true words feel foreign on my tongue.

I hate how I grit my teeth and smile through it.

I hate how people pretend to know me.

I hate how I barely know myself.

I hate how I’ve learned to communicate through perfectly placed laughs and nods.

I hate how I’ve been trained to be easier for others.

I hate how I’m better when I’m silent.

I hate how I’ve had to water myself down so others won’t choke.

I hate how I’ve only just realised that it’s making me drown.

I hate how the drama queens are the things I hate about myself the most.

 

I’ve been trained to bite my tongue,

Because no one likes a drama queen.

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