I wear my father's anger, a bit too big to fit
I use my mother's pots and make a dish too bland to be true
I carry my dad's silence and lack for words
I hold his closeted love and held back tears
"Men don't cry"
Being a girl and I feel incapable of letting loose a tear, whyInheriting their soulless gazes and months that go unspoken
Ego too heavy for me to carry still runs in my veins
My family taught me not to break, they tried and tested me like a lab subject
I'm made of their trials and errors
My disposal can be soon if I don't become betterThey gave me their respect in the world
Made the pride in my genes
The lines on my hands are unreadable as for freedom they scream
I'm tied up by this play of happiness and familyThe blood that beats through me is just as bitter as the harsh teeth chattering cold
I'm frozen beyond time and age
Locked in this humanoid cage
Charity starts from home just like looking down on me
The tense atmosphere after arguments,
Pulse rushing like in an accident
Whats going to happen, whats going to break?
The things thrown off shelves, cracked plates
My homeland was a victim of their rageI have my mother's foolishness of forgiveness
It never runs out no matter how I use it well
I pretend to unsee like she does
I pretend to not care, truly bliss is in ignoranceMy skin crawls on fours when I hear their days
They were like me once-
Forced to behave and struck ablazeThe mirror reminds me what I'm made up of
My pumping arteries and throbbing chest
The turns in my stomach and
The storms in my head
The drought of speech in my mouth and
Scratched and rough nails
The blood on my scraped knee and
The phantom in my presence
They all bring me back, back again
Back to my locked doors
They bring me back home.
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Poetry"Is happiness really a myth". A collection of the most cherished pieces of my soul: my poems. The things I wrote when I loved, when I hated, when I raged, when I dared and when from reality, I escaped. My poems are a way for me to get away from the...