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Tired of having to fight to love you
I’m tired of having to fight for love.
Fight for a hug.
Fight for your sight.
Fight for your might and will to love- me.
But it should be you.
If you don’t love you who am I?
But it hurts mama. The selfishness in your inability to love you, for your family.
When did I not become your family?
The subtle thread of hate, pain in our lineage.
Feeling numb and blinded. What’s the truth? What’s a lie? Is it worth it? Should I do it?
Who am I?
Fighting for patience I don’t have.
I hate it here, home. Hell. The darkness, the filth, the stench, –
You perk up when I leave? You’re horrible. Being better for everyone but the ones who need you the most.
When I come here I don’t feel recharged.
The bondage reminds me. This can’t be home. Father I need a home.