What will I do and what I won't, you say it's your decision.
You dominate my life and say it's for my own benefit because you've got some fucking vision.
I know you don't care about my happiness, only your goodwill.
After all, in the end, it's my morale and passion that you always kill.
You gave me birth, helped me in growing up.
No matter how old I get, you say I'll always remain your little pup.
But now your pup has a mind of her own,
Gone are the seeds of love that in her mind you had sown.
That wasn't love, that was an obligation,
That day will come when I'd be just an imagination.
Why, Mom? Why do you always make it hurt?
I am just waiting for that day when your memories will become a piece of dirt.
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Feelings Left Unexpressed
PoetryA collection of poems. It'd mean a lot if you all give it a try.
