Even for a Second

I don't know if I could ever like Emily Dickinson
My mother told me she named me after her because she was suicidal while reading her poems.She told me my bio dad was running around with other women while she was pregnant with me.

When I was a child the myth of Emily Dickinson was always paraded out
My sister would remind me "She stayed in her room her whole life and never married, and never went outside, they discovered the poems after she was dead"

This was the plan for me too except I was supposed to be Picasso or Mozart
or which ever genius they could stuff in the slot.

I can't seem to get beyond that story. I don't want to read the poems and be that close to my mother, even for a second.