My brain exhausts me,
I want to blame my parents for my psychological issues,
I feel myself say “how can you do this to me?”
Yet deep down I know it doesn’t help me overcome my issues,
Blaming my past doesn’t help me overcome the issues within me.
I want to have my own happy family,
Yet the doubt keeps appearing over and over,
I question if there’s a possibility of a happy family,
I wonder when it’s all going to be over,
There’s a voice that sometimes says “I’m not meant for a happy family.”
Once again I get angry at my parents,
Oh how I wish I could yank out all my unhappy memories,
Yet that would mean no memories of my parents,
There isn’t a lot of happy memories,
Thus, in the end, I’ll choose to keep the painful memories just to have memories of my parents.