Dear Parents

I don't know how to start

Because it's so odd 

When you say against

The ones who are praised and loved

The ones who inspire.

But what if they don't?

What if they're stuck

Between their own tangled thoughts?

What if they misunderstand?

What if they don't love 

Like others mention them to be?

What if

They fight?

But they don't, right?

They shouldn't, infact!

And when they do so

It creates disturbance.

Not only to themselves

But also to the ones 

Whom they inspire and love 

So here I am

I'm disturbed too

I'm suffering too

They think it's only between them

But what about me?

These thoughts

These cruel thoughts 

Are drowning me

Into the deep and dreadful

Toxic and wild experiences

Which I've never ever

Felt and dealt with before.

What do I do?

I can't express it,

Can't tolerate it,

Only sitting and waiting,

For the rest to settle,

Among you two

For, we three are helpless.

Each day feels so rough and torn,

Until I do something,

Escaping this anxious, lonely,

Tired, filthy condition of mine.

So, here's a request,

For you two

Because you're not only two

You have three of us too.

And we want both of you,

To love and smile,

To get those tangles solved,

To stay and resolve,

What sits unsolved.