FORTY-THREE

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'Too Mature For My Age'

I was too young when I acted 21,
No one to bond with,no one was fond,
I took care of something without knowing a reason,
Because that's all I know, I kept my brother in a prison.

No one understands how I feel,
The sky turns grey,the grass where I kneel,
No one's around,it was me and the melancholic sound,
My wound still bruised with some splinters can be found.

One said I'm too spoiled,
One said I'm disembroiled,
But no one see how I was on the line,
Killing time trying to end my lifeline.

I had choices but I'm stuck in the middle,
I wanted to make things just minimal and simple,
I wanted to quit study so that my parents could save some money,
But they wanted to see me thrive and live the life they couldn't be.

I wanted to just one day unalive,
But then I don't want to see my parents in a state of deprived,
I wanted to run and never look back,
But then who's gonna look after my parents with the care that they lacked?

Everyday my life was filled with guilt,
Should I eat twice today or starve myself with the patience that I built,
Should I abandon my dream and get off to work?
Should I listen to my heart with the responsibility to shirk?

tamat.

-2023

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