I hated when she called 10 times
When I was just an hour late,
I hated when I had a limited time
To be outside that gate.
I hated when I was frequently
Questioned about my day,
I hated when she investigated
On what I was doing on my way.
I hated when she forced me
To sleep early at nights,
I hated when she kept asking
What I ate and how many bites.
I hated when I had to get permission
For doing the smallest things,
I hated her lecture about
What my simplest actions can bring
But now I don't get questioned
I don't have to answer at all,
I don't need anyone's permission
There is noone I can call.
Nobody cares when I slept
Nobody cares if I ate,
No one waits for me at home now
About my day noone investigates.
I feel ashamed to say I miss it
I feel diagusting that I hated it then,
The life I left in another city
I ranked it 1 while it was 10.
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PoetryWalking back home the thoughts encage my head and then words come dripping out of my mind. This is just a collection of some of them, that mesmerised me as well. The ones that I could'nt believe were mine. The thoughts, the ideas, the magic in the l...
