I don't know if I just don't understand how my folks raised a failure like me.
They have given me alternatives of things I wanted and needed.
They have provided me with things and emotions unnecessary for my well-being.
They have planted a bomb inside me...
...and it's about to explode soon.

They've put a seed of anxiety inside my head. Telling me it's nothing.
Telling me I am just overthinking about things and just making a ****** drama.
Telling me I'm not even good at it.

They've water and took care of the little seed and now, it's starting to bloom.
Bloom with tiny leaves called depression.
And the next thing I know...

...it has taken over my head.

The vines has spread and wrapped my whole body carefully and this ****'s tight. Tighter than the last time I cut its thorns.

Slowly, it's growing in me and everything became toxic.

I am not becoming the flower they wanted to be.

I never bloom like before.

All I am is a cocoon. Wrapped in my own depression and anxiety.