When the hate for a father,
includes the daughter,
my soul gets tired.
When dreams are pushed down,
because of petty insecurities,
my soul get tired.
When the hate for a father,
the daughter,
the mother,
friends,
self,
my soul gets tired.
When the spark of youthful eyes,
goes blank and weak,
when the ones around are afraid,
to speak...
My soul is tired...
