Bismillah ir rahman ir rahim,
I connote these locutions in the cosmos hoping they end up on your door
You gave me your love but you also taught me your beliefs.
You’re so sure they’re true that you forced them upon me.
Where is my cull?
Where is my profigacy?
Eighteen years I have spent arching to a god who shows no-concern who never replies and is never present, when I raise my hands to the heavens all that remains is the echo of my own voice how then can I accept your beliefs as my own?
I feel trapped, unable to tell you.
You would disown me and cast me away,
and even if you still loved me it would not be the same happy love but the love of a memory of who I was supposed to be.
In the last year of my youth I finally have noticed how my youth has been stolen by pointless rules that make no sense for my generation.
I feel lied to, deceived and trapped in this system with no escape,
yet I smile for you so as not to hurt you with the truth.
I pretend everything is fine yet I cry when I’m alone.
I visit anonymous forums and rage about how unfair it is while telling you how happy I am.
I am held hostage by your love for I love you but hate the beliefs you hold so dear for they teach you to be angry and chastise me if I was to make my own path. So for you I suffer my dear mother in silence.
For you I shall pretend and you shall never know the scars it has left on my heart.
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