Ode to my Dear Parents
My parents have always told me,
That I should be like them,
Intelligent, incomparable and inimitable,
Are they really successful? If they raised a child like me?
I do not enjoy debating and arguing like my father,
Nor do I cherish the ability of healing and cleansing wounds,
No, my expertise lay in quietly writing and weaving wonderful tales,
Of adventure, suspense and love.
That was my dream,
But my parents wanted me to become like them,
To attend the honourable Harvard,
And become a lawyer or doctor like them.
I did not want to disappoint them,
The pain of denying them their dream after they gave me so much,
The pressure, frustration, anger and hatred,
It’s building up and suffocating me.
There is the fear of the disappointed, damaged look that they will give me,
A look that says that they wish that I were not their flesh and blood,
It shall engulf me,
Like a faint pinpoint of light being devoured by the darkness of the night.
Inside I was dying, like a wilted rose,
The darkened hearts was consuming my mind,
Of those who perished from their pressured life,
I thought about it, but I couldn’t do it, not to me, not to my beloved parents.
I wanted them to be happy with me, so I tried their way,
But it didn’t seem to click; fate just did not want me to be them,
I tried, I really tried, to become like my parents
The tunnel was blocked, I couldn’t get out.
The light dimmed as I struggled to get to the other side
I was grasping anything that could steady me, but nothing appeared,
Not the hope that my parents would suddenly listen to what I want for my life
My heart was full of pain, suffering, and guilt
Why couldn’t I do the things my parents wanted me to do?
Why was it so hard for me to listen?
I knew what had to be done,
I knew I had to do something, for my own good.
So slowly, yet steadily, I let myself fall,
I couldn’t bear having the fact that my parents gave me so much,
Yet I ended up disappointing them for not becoming like them,
I wanted to be my own self, wanted to live life the way I wanted to.
I could never make that happen, never live the life I wanted to lead,
I didn’t have a chance in this world to live on my own,
My parents unknowingly, overwhelmingly, suffocated me,
To the point where lethal escape was the only way to loosen the ever-strangling rope.
I saw the shine and glimmer of the sharpened knife and I knew what had to be done,
I picked up the somber handle and ran my finger down the blade, as my blood dripped,
I took my final breath in life,
And the knife plunged to the ground, leaving the sound of silence.
This revelation shall find its way to you, my parents.
This is the poem tht we had to do for english, the inluence of family and friends. me n justine wrote it and kavitha n valerie edited.. | 
awwww!!!
kind reminds of valerie n caramel..onli both have loads of energy..lets give valerie pink hair n caramel black fur
hinamori-san! i think tht her n hitsugaya make a good pair 
