Was home supposed to be so cold
I've spent my whole life trying to please my parents
To be the perfect child they want me to be
But how come the more I obeyed
The harsher the winds became
The harder I worked
The darker the sky became
Their love was an illusion
They don't care
I would wish for the clouds to clear
I would pray for the thunder to calm
The sky did not become clearer
But now I understand why
Storms are named after people
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Thank you, for the likes I received when I opened this app after a few months.
This poem was about being mentally abused by your parents
X Spons, Ciao
