a daughter for the new generation

I have blood in my lips, and yes, it's bleeding.

I have poison in my head, and yes, it's poisoning.

I have thorn in heart, and yes, it's hurting.

I have things that no other kids usually have, and yes, it's frustrating.

I'm a daughter for the new generation,

Where the Mother, and the Father, usually speak LOUDER,

but listen LOWER.

I'm a parasite to their mind, that they can't help themselves to shut up.

I'm sad, that I keep grunting inside my head

I'm so delusional, that I keep wishing to DIE.

Why?

That is my favorite question of all.

Why do I have to be like this?

Why do I am placed in this place?

Why do I have to worry for the things that ain't get clearer?

This is my heart asking, I even feel it crying.

Mother, oh dear Mother...

You're so beautiful that the whole world should know.

The heart in yours, is like a holy angel, but also dominated by fiery demons.

Your words, are words than speak louder than your action.

You have one heart, but you make it thousands, even billions.

Your love is pure, as pure as poison that I'll take

You bring peace, but peace for vengeance.

You bring the happiness, as well as you give the sadness.

Father, oh dear Father...

Your words are beating me up, telling me to give up.

I won't judge so quick, but your mouth is a gun to shoot

-- all shits through words, and sometimes I just can't do anything

Trying not to care, but you are a gift from heaven,

and I should be thankful for that.

See my eyes, see my tears.

I won't stand so long to wonder, "am I not good enough?"

I've trained to catch this gloomy-yet-suicidal thoughts, but it ain't no better.

I keep listen to my heart, that I should not care.

But I'm a good daughter, aren't I?

So instead of throwing things, I better to keep it down, and let the emotions buried.

But who am I to stay in this demonic ground?

I ain't no angel, I ain't no saint

I'm just a little girl who wants to be loved,

I'm just a little human who wants everything to be real.

A little appreciation is needed, indeed.

A little affection is also needed, indeed.

They tell me to stop acting mad,

   that they just judge, without even helping.

I won't stop, till I got bored and die and end with life.

They tell me to stop acting like I'm crazy,

    but I got a war in my mind.

My life is full of mystery, and I'm just gonna live with it.

Live with the misery, covers up with a little happiness falsely.

My life is thorny, only I and myself could save me.

But it's true, I ain't no saint, and I ain't no angel.

Keep your wish on me, and I'll be gone happily...

FFF

(Sept, 24 2016)