I could smell the zest of the lemon tree,
With zest I tried picking one for free,
My thumb got pricked, but I wasn't surprised,
Coz I get pricked so often in my damned life..
Chaos is my normal, I forgot what it's like,
To have peace, to be loved,to feel actually alive,
I know how it feels to be hated from the core,
Of someone who is supposed to love you more and more..
I don't ask to be the apple of their eye,
Maybe I'm the one, biting which, snow white was about to die,
Oh I am full of poison , that I won't deny,
Coz their hatred grew on me and I'm no longer benign..
They embrace even strangers with such twinkle in their eyes,
I wish I was one for a moment,in order to get that prize,
Where did it go so wrong, what did I ever do?
I am yearning for acceptance, for a bond anew..
It has been many years,
I've longed for their love,
I remember how it used to feel,
Like the gentle cooing of a dove,
When you once know someone's love,
Their hatred becomes stronger,
When that dove turns into a crow,
It's gentle no longer..
I lost my safest shelter,
Now I am used to the rain,
You could cut me into pieces,
I wouldn't feel any pain,
I can sense my hope breathing it's last,
I was holding on to something that was sweetest in the past,
My mind is telling me things that are dark and wild,
Tell me something, can a mother ever hate her own child?
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