They Say by Siya Dhamija (16, India)

They say I am not sane,
That I am going through some pain--
Pain, that might leave a permanent stain.

They call me attractive
(Attraction that can please them)
And I should please them, because they love me.
Right?

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They say I am delicate and frail;
That's why I am their moonflower
That only blooms at night just for them to see.
But what if I want to be a lily?

They tell me that they sacrificed everything for me--
They supported me like a roots of a tree.
But why can't I remember--
Am I losing my memory?

They say I have always been a bad omen
And everyone who loved me always suffered
But they say, they still love me.
Do they?