Undressed

Undressed and taped,

with a hole pierced on the duct tape,

breathing the foul smell,

life and death in question,

my mind, unraveling the daring,

asking everyone to go blind,

The comfort in my heart,

seeing the suffering of your son,

I was that age to please your smile,

Finally, spitting out the pit,

that lingered in my throat,

"You deserved it."

A tale of darkness in my room,

whispering at night,

connecting mystical breath,

latching onto my curiosity,

The reason I chose to sleep with a bright light in sight.

A bunch of staring people,

included in my circle,

I learned to experience the worst,

hanging from the edges of tragedies,

in between the truth and a dare,

The happy stories I narrated,

"It was all a lie, Mama!"

The promises, all gone with the wind,

The virginity I lost, a faint hint,

yet, the doubts, you couldn't get a breakthrough, 

"It was true, the affair was a fling."

The career to flee,

the society's age and horoscope seek,

the wedding ring to sing,

curled the wings into a safe,

the voice, bowed down to behave,

signing the license to sex,

to bear a grandchild within the next period's check, 

the walk of pride for the grandparents before their death,

the subtle hints of rigid growth seeping under the bed,

"The grass is not always greener on the other side, Papa."

Nodding yes to the terms of a set system,

I realize the scratch on the back,

the outlook to hear the complaining mind, a depressive face,

draining the peace of mind, 

Don't ask me anymore about this to clarify, I repeat,

I am tired of my mourning mind,

" The arrival of the mother-in-law is the arrival of unhappiness."

The number of times I have thought,' Just one push,'

for your instigating mouth doesn't seem to close,

from the unwanted questions,

advising the most irrelevant,

always calling up a family reunion, to resolve,

I agree, I always cried,

my only way to silence you,

holding myself from throwing you. "

uff!! Look at my broken mind, 

running wild with a scare,

surprising the darkness,

stirring the moments,

breaking the walls of fear as a child,

No wonder at the news with a headline of women killing their child, "What's happening to people?"

Rather, why aren't we trying to understand?

Where are we all failing?

The mental health at stake,

The cycles to break,

I fear to care, to step in and help,

The constant grooming to behave, to please,

The good name to claim,

The rewards to frame,

Still pushed on to our sons and daughters, pains,

"I have nothing left to reclaim.

A thank you, and I am sorry to say."

Finally, spitting out the pit,

that lingered in my throat,

The infected varicose veins, disclosed,

And you prick my bare shoulders,

to get dressed,

to deal with the guilt,

queued up by the curse from the grips of the hilt,

The road rage proclaiming, the end.