We can be Grateful and Wrathful at the same time and that’s okay

Yes, you raised me.

But I never asked to be born.

And yes, you did the best you could for me,

but that doesn’t been I can’t be torn.

You’ve spent wealth on my existence

and blamed your struggle on me,

whom you yourself brought into this world

I can’t pay a debt I never signed up for

and I love you deeply, it’s sure

but watching you watch me with disdain

while I struggle to make you happy

without sacrificing my own joy

it sends spindles of agony through my fingers

I want to give you the world,

but I don’t want to lose my universe.