Yesterday I cried,
Because of all the expectations they had from me.
I hope for once they put themselves in place of me.
It's not that I am not trying,
It's just I am tired of all these trying's.
I know its all for my good only,
But does it really meant to be good?
They never understood me not even for once,
And they want me to understand them without even a word.
I wish they could feel what I am feeling,
Only then they would know, with what I am dealing.
They hate my late mornings,
They hate my late nights.
They hate when I watch tv,
They hate when I take breaks.
They hate when I don't respond to them,
They hate when I talk back.
Just tell me what you want,
Cuz you will never understand my needs and wants.
Sometimes I really want to talk and clear this all,
But something stops me from doing this because they are my parents after all.
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Depressed Life
PoetryI don't know How is your life at your home but I hope it's not like me. If you also have strict parents who don't let you do anything then you will also relate to these.
