In a fit
A thought pops
Why am I upset?
Too much bottled
It just exploded
Why does he
Not realize
Sharp words
Peirce me everytime
Unreasonable excuses
Unreliable promises
Providing for me
Only just providing
Where did it go
The care
The fun
A parent's pun
It is not his fault
So it is my wrong?
Neither did I
Made a move, nor
Said a word
So how was it me?
Because I am small
I should be a ball
Peirced like bubble
Pop and shatter
If I make a sound
Then I should
Be throttled
I do have
The responsibility
To adjust
To your aging mentality
But It is just
Too stifling
Too depressing
Idealization popping again
Slashing, hanging
My blood splashing
Can I relive
And take a
Different path
Move out of this
Suffocating quagmire
Can I have
A bit of rest?
From my thoughts
My stress
Let me regress
To the time
I was depressed
Atleast back then
I will have a reason
Why I succumbed
In slumber
Forever.
JovialMask2024
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