Yes,I am a child
A life you brought into this world
You told me I am too much
Too sensitive,too hard to raise
That I need to stop taking up space
Stop having needs of my own
You told me that I am a problem
That I am a bad influence
You asked me to bottle up my emotions
Even today,they await their release in a safe space
Which is anywhere without you
I didn't even realize
That I began to tell myself
All those things I heard you say
The child in me feels suffocated,betrayed
She tries,in vain
Throwing tantrums, falling sick
Hurting herself willingly
Just to gain your attention
Even if for...