Don't I deserve a father who treats me like his son?
Don't I deserve a mother who can ease my pains, and comfort me?
Don't I deserve a father who understands my problems? When I need to be held, he will be there to hug me?
Don't I deserve a life of parents who support me and not find every fault in me?
Where is God in these situations?
Why don't I have a mother who understands my concerns?
Why don't I have a father who supports my sports? Instead of shrugging his shoulders at me after a hard day in school.
Why do I have a father who daily preaches to me but never treats me with love and respect?
This is why I rebel, this is why I hate. This is when I slowly become a little mad on the inside, and my world is turned upside down.
Not even God wants to bother,
Not even they want to care.
No matter what anyone tells me, I'm not loved....
Not yet.
I'm not fully cherished...
Not yet.
This family isn't meant to last.
Even the brother will rebel, some day.
One day I will break free from their chains of darkness holding me down.
Someday I will discover that God didn't..doesn't exist in this household...
Maybe somewhere else.
One day I will know that they all secretly plotted to bring my doom, knowing my weaker sides.
Today i know that they laugh at my mistakes,
Today I know they provoke my past relationships and cut over the scars of a once healed wound.
It's no one but me, just my grief, my sorrows, and my will to live.
Nothing strengthens better than tears.
Don't I deserve a better life?
Don't I deserve to be loved as well?
