4. Is That All?
I don't beg you many things, mother.
But when I do, why do words get clogged inside you? I invariably want to be the daughter you always preferred me to. And I try, I try my level best. But sometimes I fail and I am sorry I fail you.
My academics, to be a topper, to be social, to be active. You expect all. Do you really expect that all?
I try mother. I am a serious antisocial, introvert, and whatnot.
Human interaction suffocates me.
But I stay quiet. Just because I know my words don't have any significance in front of you.
But I respect you mother, the way my friend respects her mother despite our differences.
I never got jealous of anything. I always try to be content with whatever God has provided.
I am grateful to have a mom thinking of the fact that others don't
But sometimes you act like I am not there.
I know you are oblivious of me that I know you prefer my brothers.
And I don't have any problem. But why can't you hear me speak when I am bleeding here?
Why can't you hear my silent cries just the way blood drips from my wrists?
But you don't see, mother.
You don't.
You tell me, "you are getting out of hand"
Even tho I don't speak a single word nor do I utter a word back.
Yet you like someone who speaks to you back yet loves them unconditionally?
Little do you know ma. You have lost me years back.
This time too, I will shut up and listen to whatever you have to say, I don't want my doors to heaven to be shut.
I again, don't complain mother.
I furthermore lost the count of months I have cried last.
Because you just made me numb.
-©Darkpit
I don't beg you many things, mother.
But when I do, why do words get clogged inside you? I invariably want to be the daughter you always preferred me to. And I try, I try my level best. But sometimes I fail and I am sorry I fail you.
My academics, to be a topper, to be social, to be active. You expect all. Do you really expect that all?
I try mother. I am a serious antisocial, introvert, and whatnot.
Human interaction suffocates me.
But I stay quiet. Just because I know my words don't have any significance in front of you.
But I respect you mother, the way my friend respects her mother despite our differences.
I never got jealous of anything. I always try to be content with whatever God has provided.
I am grateful to have a mom thinking of the fact that others don't
But sometimes you act like I am not there.
I know you are oblivious of me that I know you prefer my brothers.
And I don't have any problem. But why can't you hear me speak when I am bleeding here?
Why can't you hear my silent cries just the way blood drips from my wrists?
But you don't see, mother.
You don't.
You tell me, "you are getting out of hand"
Even tho I don't speak a single word nor do I utter a word back.
Yet you like someone who speaks to you back yet loves them unconditionally?
Little do you know ma. You have lost me years back.
This time too, I will shut up and listen to whatever you have to say, I don't want my doors to heaven to be shut.
I again, don't complain mother.
I furthermore lost the count of months I have cried last.
Because you just made me numb.
-©Darkpit