Metamorphosis

[obtuse peak]

Metamorphosis

Why does it hurt so much to change?
Is it really worth it, to become something I never asked for?
My father’s hatred—etched deep into my skin,
My mother’s cry—a thorn buried in my flesh,
No matter how hard I try, I can’t pull it out.

I never imagined my own home deforming me.
The walls that once held me safe
Now press down, suffocating.

If this is what it takes to mold me,
Then please, God—just kill me.

poem is about yk, like a character development you never asked for

a character development so painful you just wish it never happened

[fallow zodiac]

I don’t even have words. This is the definition of “Poems don’t have to rhyme”