I get home late and you scold me,
so I get home early and left my responsibility.
I read too much and you're mad at me,
so I stop reading as well as fantasizing.
I want to sleep early but you threaten me,
so I stay awake even my eyes are teary.
I watch movies every night and you're angry at me,
so I stop watching and just wondering.
I hang around boys and you're suspicious at me,
so I stop having male friends around to share stories.
I want to live somewhere far but you did not let me,
so I made a promise to stay close and bury my dream.
Tell me, is that what you call love?
When you're mad, and mad, and keep on mad at me?
When you're holding me from the things I want?
When you want me to live exactly the way you live?
When you don't care whether I'm happy or not as long as it pleases you?
When it makes me a fool and abandon every other thing?
I thought love is better than that.
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PoetryStories from my point of view, basically what's on my mind. Sometimes it's about my own life and experiences, other times it's just what randomly pops up in my mind. Each and every poem is written by me, unless stated otherwise. Read, vote, and comm...
