For what should I look at those
Who are just responsible for a face value?
He calls himself my guardian,
But he is never there , mentally,
Just to show the world
I am a proud someone.
Should I purposefully throw a tantrum?
Should I leave the door open, for the world to see
How humiliating it is to live with that person
Whose blood runs through my wretched vein?
He Also calls himself a sponsor,
But with no legitimate responsibility!
I need answers for I cannot control my temper!
Nor can I test my patience
Do I live to see myself in pain,
Or run away and defeat the war,
hiding like a prey?
When it shall come again,
There is no place to be sane.
I am waiting for the devil of the night
To take my solitude, those pains away
Please turn into my angel,
Please lead me out of my pretentious disguise.