Do they even love me?
Do they really hate me?
Do I even mean anything to them?
Am I just a burden?
Whatever I say is wrong;
If I do something good,
It's just my responsibility,
When I make a mistake, it's the end of me.
I do love them-
But maybe just because I'm obliged to,
Would I love them, had we not been related?
Are they really the people I look up to?
They never were an option to me,
They certainly weren't welcome,
They don't inspire me.
They don't even care.
They just love to pull my leg,
Driving me insane,
Making me cry everyday,
And making me feel guilty for crimes uncommitted.
They crush my dreams,
Point at my mistakes,
Laugh at my inabilities,
And mark me useless.
They do it again and again,
Without stopping, without bothering,
About how much it damages me within,
How much it affects my feelings.
Till my motivation crumbles,
Till my self-love becomes non-existent,
Till I become a robot, a puppet,
Then, they assume the strings.
But secretly still, I'm a little alive,
Ready to break myself free,
Ready to run away at the count of three.
Waiting for the chance to strike.
Because no one can control me.
I will be the person I want to be,
Even if I'm lost, I'll surely be back,
This is my fight to show everyone my surname isn't all I have.
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LIFE IN VERSE
PoetryEverything in this world is sugar-coated. At first glance, we all see only the beauty, the beauty in the lie. But slowly, this sugar melts and that's when the truth hits us. Raw and bitter. Hard to face. We feel like running away. Giving up. But we...
