#strict
11:17, says the time on my phone.
I have an exam tomorrow
And I need to be alone
For a while, consumed by my sorrow.
Stress perpetually builds,
And I fear I am never enough for this world.
People expect things from me
That I am not capable of.
They want me to get top marks,
But I have no tutor.
No silence.
Nobody pushing me.
And then they tell me I’m not enough.
Tell me to get my grade up,
Tell me it’s a bluff
When I say I tried my best,
Say these months have been rough,
Say you’ve made my life tough,
I’m still never enough.
I can’t bring myself to revise,
To attempt to memorise
These stupid, sickly equasions
That I’ll never need again.
It is now 11:22,
And time is falling short
“We believe in you”
Echoes as I cycle to school.
Is it true?
Do you?
Well that’s new.
All this time
You told me I was not enough.
Tough love, they call it.
So how do you expect me
To believe..
To trust..
Your weak attempt at sympathy
As you look in the eyes of a failure.
11:24pm.
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 6:26 PM UTC
"Ah, so it's not the kid?"
From the household's hell?
Can you do anything, if you're walking on eggshells?
They all stare you down
As you kneel and bow
Upon the welcome mat, that seems to be mocking you now
Three raps at the door
Nobody's here anymore
The corners of the house empty, now, due to their own falters.
The lights flick and dim
Reminding you of their sins
The time they locked you in a room, the cold hard tiles unforgiving
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 10:02 AM UTC
What is a haikyu?
Dissect it, pick it apart,
What's seen, or what's not?
Does your reflection
Twist to fit between the lines?
Strict conformity.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 2:38 PM UTC
Strict parents have obedient children?
Actually no they have children who
Don't feel safe in their own home
Who flinch at loud noises
Who get scared when someone gets too close
Who scream when someone appears randomly
Who shriek when someone tries to touch them
Who go numb in arguments
Who will stare at you when you shout
Who dare to live even in distress
Who will stay awake all night
Who spend their life trying to be the best
Who are ignored unlike the rest
Abandoned , shattered ,
Stressed , always anxious......
Jun 24, 2025
Jun 24, 2025 at 7:11 AM UTC
The way I was raised:
You can't think for yourself
You must dress the way I want you to
You must act the way I want you to
You musn't say this
You can never do that
The list goes on...
So here I am
I'm free now
And I still don't know who I am
When I look in the mirror
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 7:48 AM UTC
She laid in her cage, her feathers combed,
She was a beautiful red parrot.
She was taught what to speak and taught how to be,
But she lived imprisoned in a cage.
She was looked after well, and she lived with class,
But this wasn't where she longed to be.
She stared out the window, at the bright, blue sky,
And wondered how it would be if she could fly.
She had everything that she'd ever want.
But why did she feel so dull and lost?
What would her life be outside this cage?
All these questions burned inside her with rage.
She longed to live of her own free will.
She wished she could be released.
But alas! She'd live and grow old in age,
As free as a bird in a cage.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC
Why won’t you accept who I am
It’s like my whole existence is a sham
I’m told about who I used to be
What if that other me was never even really me
And what if I said I’ve changed
What if I’ve grown up and rearranged.
Sure I still love to bake and read
But I’m not the same, let me grow I plead.
I’m an artist. But to what extent.
I can be creative but I should have your consent.
I can draw and be wild
But in your eyes I am still I child.
I want my body as my canvas, to hold the things I love.
But it’s like I am a bandit, one you want rid of.
I want to color my hair to change with the wind.
But you’re inclined to remind me that it’s “just not me”
I never stopped being me don’t you see.
It’s how the me I am should be.
Don’t hold me back
I might draw back.
And sink into my void.
All because you destroyed.
Your wild blue eyed bird
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC
I have this chain around me
my hands are tied together
I cannot move so freely
I have this chain around me
my mouth is encrusted with power
I cannot shout so loud
I have this chain around me
my ears are full of order
I cannot hear so clear
I have these chains around me
so tight, so heavy
I cannot breathe so fully
(samber)
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 8:02 AM UTC