I like writing, it makes me happy.
But my parents don't like it and criticised me.
I said I wanna paint a lot.
Parents said write and get past your exams first then only think about it.
I said I'm depressed. Parents said to "shake it off, its also because of you."
I said I was feeling low, tired and wanna rest.
Parents said don't waste your time.
Parents said they love me.
But I haven't got anything to say to that
For them "i" dont exist.
They only have their "son".