I argue in my mind, And say whatever I want 'Cause I can't do that In real life. Why can't I Wear clothes of my choice. Why can't I Go around sometimes. Why can't I Live my own life. I feel like a Burden to this world But at the same time I don't wanna die. Self harming is Not a choice.... It's something i can't deny. Cuts on cuts Feels heavenly, That blood oozing out Looks majestic. Why I can't I Wear a crop top With short jeans And go around alone In a twilight. That's why I want to live alone, That's why I don't want to Celebrate my birthdays, 'Cause I can't wear something That I like On my own birthday, Just because.... Just because my parents Don't like it. That orange and white shirt With a crop top And a pair of short pants That was a beautiful Birthday outfit But my parents Didn't like it. That greyish white frock With sleeveless sleeves And a white matching Jacket to top on, I still love it To this date But my parents Didn't like it. That black shirt With white and grey checks, Was a beautiful outfit For a dinner outside But my parents Didn't like it. That beautiful sleeveless black kurti With white patterns on highlight, It was my favourite In a glance But my parents Didn't like it. Again, I don't want To write anymore, What if you mistake This as a guide? -Lavender Daisy (Palak Solanki)