Had to hold the gun

Was born a normal child.
In this world, wild.
Family seemed normal
Without any dismal.

Initiated the life with cries
Mother tired with all her tries
Father saw me from afar 
The others did not cared so far.

Grown watching the parents fighting
I saw my mother tearing
Hearing led me to hiding
Mentally I was suffering.

Society played the crucial part
My mother suffered with me in the cart
Anger surged as the years passed
Killing my father was my motive at last.

My anxieties turned into depression
Inflicted by pain and mental suppression
Borrowed a gun from the local gangster
I had turned into a sinister.

Had to hold the gun
But it was not for fun
I killed my father
The only disaster

Was born a beauty
Turned into a beast
Provoked by the society
Which considered me mentally sick in the least. 

©Kritika

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Impressive about me is my eagerness to try everything. Self Motivation is a fixed gear of my creativity vehicle provoking me to dance to the tune of optimism. Yoga and books are the two transducers of this victim which have helped to be straightforward and open minded. Improvement is the second gear which is under construction and will always be undergoing changes simultaneously achieving different goals. There are other supporting gears with less of speed more of energy. This is KRITIKA 🙂

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