I want to curl up,
Die,
And vanish
From this world and the minds of all.
I love my family
And I love my friends,
But I hate this world,
This century,
This life
With every fibre of my being...
What do I like?
I like art,
Adore History,
Love languages and literature.
What do I wish to be?
A historian,
A writer,
A linguist maybe.
What am I told?
They ask me what I love
And what I want to be;
I tell them;
They say it cannot be
And ask again.
I am not allowed to remain silent!
What should I do,
If they do not accept my options
Or their own
(Claiming that they do not want me to accept something simply to please them)?
I cannot be what I wish,
Neither can I be what they wish...
I simply don't know why I exist,
Why I survived this far...
I am a mere evil obstacle in this family's way for happiness.
Useless,
Stupid,
Dumb,
Clueless as I am,
What am I here for?
My sole wish
Is to fade away
And vanish
And be gone forever...