The entire situation is invalidating,
their expectations are completely irrational.
They treat you like royalty, royal mud, have you lie in the mud and expect you to have the entire
puddle of mud which is your families issue stand.
The puddle was there before you were born,
they put you in it,
blame you for it
and expect you to have it stretch to the sky like a glorious statue
while they continue to harass every vulnerability you possess
as they stealthily indulge their decadence
all the while condemning you mercilessly for any lack of perfection and social status you have.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Suicide is such a deep subject, nicely written. I enjoyed it.