Pleasing my father's worries, wishing for my mother's comfort.
I don't quite remember the last time my parents told me "I love you".
Neither, did I remember them hugging me and assuring my anxiety.
I think my whole life is just to please my father's worries—his worries I might end up like him;yet I plead for my mother's comfort.
Her comfort, I once only felt.
I don't quite remember being praised by my parents.
All I remember is them raising me as the eldest.
I think my whole life is to be my father's daughter, and to dream about my mother singing a lullaby.
All I ever wanted is to be something my parents don't want me to be.
I want to be a free bird flying sea to sea.
I'm tired people pleasing my father, tired of waiting for my mother's gentle voice to comfort me—tired of keeping my problems I'm sure they don't wanna hear.
I think I was born to ease my parents worries, yet I broke their peace.
Written by -R- 🦋
