You’re really very nice.
The way you handle your mom and my mom.
The way you keep on working all day , here and there.
You’re a bit lazy
and has lost much confidence in life – this is what keeps you back. I know but i am ok , things will be fine. We can make things better together ,
But i don’t know what stops you from allowing us to work for you.
You want to do everything on your own and want us to study. But this doesn’t makes sense to me when i see my family in trouble, every single day?
When i see you all in pain, i cry within. I am numb now,
I can’t see mom this way,
I don’t want to stay here,
The fear keeps me awake whole night,
and people ask me why i don’t sleep!
How do i tell them?
They don’t believe my reasons.
Anyway it’s about us yeah?
you should change a little, according to the generation, the situation.
How much your child will sacrifice or how much will they understand?
You are broken from inside, i know, but you know the reason right?
Then why do you support your mom all the time,when you can differentiate the right and wrong?
Because everybody loves their mom?
But not on the condition that your mom hurts or play you all the time.
Things gets better sometimes.
And you give me a hope that everything is working out.
. . . . . .
It’s still the same.
Our family is complete yet incomplete.
I don’t see happiness in us.
I see us faking and struggling.
I see souls crying wanting to make things better yet
Destiny is stick to its position.
It’s not changing.
We know what can be done to make things better,
but we aren’t doing it.
Because you fear.
I do stop talking sometimes,
But i never left you.
I have a fear that i would lose all of you,
situations are getting worse,
some people just don’t let us live.
You tell us to understand,
for once understand from our point of views.
You know why i fear love?
Because i never saw love in my family,
I fear i would lose,
I fear that it’s never the same again like you both,
I never saw love in your eyes for mom, the kind of love every girl wishes.
Infact, mom doesn’t wish the same.
People call me hard.
But they don’t know what made me so hard,
so strong to fall in love.
. . . . . . . .
Maybe this is the reason why i love, when i love it will always be the only one that i love.
. . . . . .
You give me thousands of reasons to love,
but I am sorry
your love is still incomplete
And i have just one reason,
That’s My Mom.