I wish I could be free,
As my friend's parents let them be.
They can roam, they can shop.
But for me before doing anything I have to go to you and ask.
Sometimes I really want to run away,
Jump from the terrace or come on the truck's way.
I know I can tolerate you,
But what about my siblings,
They are next too.
I know you will do the same with them,
But I will be there for them.
I won't let them fall in depression,
The way you let me.
You really don't know anything,
Then why are you acting like you know me?
How can you not see through your child?
Everything can't be told, Some things are meant to be felt.
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Depressed Life
PoesiI 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.
