With my laptop opened in front of me, I was giving interview of a new job.
I asked you to keep your voice down, which made you sob.
You started crying, cursing me, telling me things that I fear.
While I looked at you, in shock, a frown on my lips, hiding my tears.
This is not the first time it is happening; me being happy for something, you ruining it for me.
I keep asking God, when will I finally be free?
I hate people who say "Mothers only want the best for you."
But with every arrow directed at my heart, cold glances my way, I think, "Do they really want our best? Maybe they do.
I keep telling myself I'd find a way out, I'd find you (my love) and we'd have our happily ever after.
We'd have a life away from her, our moments filled with laughter.
My mother loves me but she hates me, it seems.
A life far away from her will be peaceful is what a girl like me thinks.
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Feelings Left Unexpressed
PoetryA collection of poems. I never thought I had it in me that I can write anything, be it a story or a poem. But here I am. :)
