I felt like drowning, the first time my mom taught me swimming


That is a foreshadowing for what is coming


That pain I've felt is the just the beginning


Depressed, I am suppressed


By my emotions, I feel like less


A mess, a servant to my parents who forced me to say "yes"


I become angry by the society


That I wanted to escape reality


This is my story


Meant to be, for you to see


The real me, crying in the corner


It's me, under the tree


I grew plants in yard


Now I sow what my parents provided, yet why did I grow up to be restarted


Are my parents, and me related


I would like to go to my past, where it all started


I wish, I am dead


To get out of the threads, they created


As I grew up to have hatred


I am depressed