Life In A Poem (Sorta)

Toxic

Trying to prove myself is so exhausting.
Why do I have to keep trying when I know I'll never win?
Why do I have to push myself to go through all this pain and confusion?
When does this all end?
When one surrenders?

There can never be justice in the world we're living in today.

Coz pride is inevitable along with insensitivity and selfishness in our human race, or probably it's just my dad...

My dad, who never listens to whatever I say.
My dad, who never sees his mistakes but sees mine
My dad, who compares his kid to others
My dad, who insults his kid
My dad, who forces his kid to be perfect

'Perfect'. Such a toxic word.

You can never compel anyone to be 'Perfect' or even to be 'Good' because from what I've seen so far, the world has always been sinful and fucked up since Adam and Eve ate the apple. So no one has the right to change us.
It's our decision and choice if we want to change.

Even though we do not want to change, you don't have to be angry or hate us because you're also not perfect. No one's perfect. Because God is the only one perfect. So stop acting like you're God because the God I know never treats his children unfairly and severely.