SERVIETTE

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Shadow of the stream, bearer of the torch

Sinner of love, pet of the duty

Love like shadow, hatefulness in the eyes

Lover like Ice

Melting like a drift of berg

There is He, with his almighty

Bringing cheers to lives of thousands

so he is He, the bane of the family.

I still remember the baker selling cupcakes

My only wish on Saturday's

Yet you denied, because you didn't have bucks

Did I complain? No.

I understood that we aren't well-off to afford

A five pence cupcake.

I thought you where my friend

Best friend, so that I could confide anything

With you, anything that happens to me

I thought you would understand me

Better than anyone.

But reality check you judged me to be a tattle tale

Weak heart, complaining.

Fine, I shut up my mouth,

And then what did you say? Egoist??

That I got Ego and conceited

Ha, what a hash tag a Sire could ever bestow on his first born?

Thanks to you, the very reason that I don't make friends

When my own Sire won't understand me

What good a stranger do to me?

High school was Nightmare

I wanted to finish off as quick as possible

Because you weren't satisfied with my work

How grateful of you? You don't help me in homework

If you ever do, that too once in solstice

You slapped me for silly mistakes.

What good has it done for me so far, you ask?

It broke my trust on any living being walking this earth.

You boast to people that you never raised a hand on us,

Should I remind you?

Slaps, kicks and those humiliating words.

I hate my brain cells at times

When you bark my name as if I'm a born slave to you.

I feel like choking you, choke you until you beg

Beg for your breath.

How I hate myself, that you're the reason for my heartbeat,

Your seed gave me life

How my first love has rotten into trash?

Decayed to nothingness; I hate the presence of opposite sex

I don't have the heart or should I say guts? everything goes wrong when I'm in their company

You say my psyche is all over the place

Let me tell you,

My psyche screams at me to kill you; yes, kill you

An extra weight on my already tiresome life

Your death is the only solution in this complicated integration called life.

Yet you survive, yet you breathe as the day passes by

Day-by-day as if your meant to live a century of your birth

And here I am wishing everyday to Death to take me away.