My parents think they know me well.
Then when I sit alone in silence, why do they yell?
My parents tell me how difficult their life was.
As if mine is too perfect, without any flaws.
My parents smiled when I cried for the first time.
Then why do I have to hide the tears now like crying is a crime?
My parents were the one who taught me to live.
But why they didn't warned me about the problems that life gives?
My parents still can't be blamed.
Because hiding everything from them was what I had aimed.
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The Lonely Girl! | Poetry | ✓
PoetryBook #1 of The Girl Series × × × WARNING: Contains suicidal thoughts, self harm and depression so read at your OWN RISK! Stay safe. This book ISN'T to promote such stuff but is just a way to express my feelings. ×××××××××× ♥ Most Impressive Rankin...
