SwEet paiN.,.

Everyday is like hostilities to me
They always admonish even though
They’re not in no doubt if really
I committed a mistake.

Why are they like that?
Why can’t they see my part?
Why don’t they snoop?
Is it really I who stanch mistake?

The accusations they confer to me
The diatribe they’ve inflicted to me
The throbbing and despondent thoughts,
What in this world is wide of the mark to me?!

It’s mom that ended me what is me at this instant,
She molded me as any mother would do
But she’s diverse; she’s really poles apart.
Why are you like that mom?

I’m getting bushed giving my being preeminent
But still you can’t and don’t recognize
Any of my achievements;
How come it’s defunct like this? How come mom?

You enriched me with teaching
Erudition and acumen of thought;
You, for all time told me to do well,
You always told me to do so.

BUT with just a single blunder,
All the good deeds, all those things are ruined?
It’s so iniquitous mom!
It’s really unfair…

Emancipation, reverence and most of all,
Snoop to me mom, please…
I plead for you mom, please listen
To your son;

As if you’re holding me in my collar,
Pungent me from freedom;
Relenting me to you’re fear of bringing up the rear me
Trepidation that I may reiterate your history with dad;

I put in the picture you mom, with my intact heart; I won’t ever do that.
I won’t destroy my dreams and
I’m not that dim-witted enough
To tag along with such transgression;

You falsify me from experiences of youth;
You congested me in bearing in mind
More things that I covet to see.
Even just for a foretaste.

I’m telling you now
That we’re not that alike mom, we’re not.
If you’re scrutiny that I would get hitched
at an untimely age devoid of edifying accomplishment;

I will make a new history not based on your past
But through my own way of
understanding things about the world today
And not the world that passed away.

I can prove that I’m right.

I will…