My life is made up of non-stop questions
My mom has one large obsession
This makes me wonder why?
But that leaves me in a state of depression
The current events swirl in my mind during its digestion
Of which I carry no expression
My dad has an important legal profession
Which means he’s gone a lot
That stamps quite an impression
I have to be perfect
I am the glue
But I’m not and that’s the oppression
I keep asking the same question
“Why?”
I have just one more confession
It’s my job to take care of brother
Even though I never make any progression
I want to know
I want to know the answer to every doubt
Why can’t fairy tales be the true vision?
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