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.
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