Maybe it will hurt a little less,
If I agree that yes I am a mess.
You say I don't know how to behave,
Be the perfect daughter for you to showcase.
Dad, I am not perfect and certainly not brave.
Mom, You live in hollow society and break my soul for your society.
Why must I die every day? my dreams sacrificed in every way
So that you can have your rules sailed and kingdoms to hail.
You say the biggest honor you did to me by giving me life
I must adhere to your command like a puppet, eat the meal, and compromise.
But did it occur to you that your words are sharper than the knife,
And the long list of expectations is dimming my light.

How do I paint my life ?
when I don't dream in colors.

My failures are the loudest silence,
I have ever sat with

I know people with problems
that medication can't fix.
I know people who went to the doctor
and went to the doctor
and went to the doctor
and racked up their bills
and ****** up their minds
and came out of the office
worse.
I know people who spend half their lives
trying to undo the damage.
I know people who would wish to inscribe:
Medications can **** you,
even if it's prescribed.