Release me from this prison called home dwindling into pieces and echos

the food delicious has gone awry with anger and tears

release me from this prison called home

this expectation that shadowed your head all your life is meant for you to forgive

not for me to carry as a burden on my back

sorry to you. that you gave birth to me

sorry to me maybe that i was born.

but i was born with a clean slate. and ima keep clean from the past

whatever it takes, God release me from this prison. or make her somehow face her pain.

it is not mine to carry, release me please.

i am not god, nor am i able to be a security or happiness for anyone. no one i must say.

what is home when it has become. just that. a prison of expectations?