I wake up
Angry voices all over
Screaming
Cursing
Unmindful of the tender hearts
Getting scarred
The same cycle
Repeated everywhere
And to break it
Is a sin
For it's pride
For it's what makes a south indian family
But living up in its background
Has taught me something.
That change isn't for them
For those immersed in these miserable ways
For those whom ego pride matters more than happiness
I look around
The once peaceful place
Now burning holes through me
I picture myself as a kid
Wanting older me to grow up here happily
I picture myself now
The urge to leave
The urge to not break this cycle
But to free myself from it
To leave is a sin
They tell
But hell's better than this
I tell myself
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