Nothing's Ever Good Enough
If I had a choice where I born
Be here again I rather be torn
For nights and days
A puppet is I
A clown, servant, labor all mine
To please my "beloved" parents is my destiny
To give fame to them is my duty
To fill their avarice is the purpose of me
No thoughts I shall bear
No happiness is what I wear
An economic-success robot is what they need
Not a thing I've done is ever a good deed
To pursue their standard is the meaning of my life
Death is only thing I could sight
How I wish my miseries could be ended
Even going to hell sounds splendid
How I wished to be loved as who I am
But no is the answer they've condemned
My necessities by no means of trash
Serpents they are, strangle I found
I wonder why
A servant of my brother, is I?
Am I not born of them?
All aspects are known for me to be better
Why is he treated as if he's more preferred?
God, please turn my heart to stone-hard
So no pity for myself, no regard
My future there lays eternal darkness
Nothing else, other than shades I possess
My own dignity is there to suppress
All bits of pain for me to express
I'll none of it
Nor will I keep the last bits of passion for them
Their biddings I've done
Not a one I shun
And nothing's ever good enough