Locked inside the four walls of my house
To ensure my ‘safety’ in the bad world
My monotonous routine suffocates me
I die every day in bits, succumbing to morals
No vacations with friends, no sleepovers
Clubs and bars are not where a ‘decent’ girl enters
Late nights are out of question for me
When a coffee in the evening raises eyebrows
Every move of mine is closely observed
Protective they say, over possessive I hear!
Will I have to sign an application before blinking?
Or will they stop breathing down my neck?
I am an adult, at 23 they want to marry me off
It seems am old enough to handle a family on my own
But taking charge of my individuality is scandalous to them
No matter how hard I try, I still fail to fathom the logic behind this!
Hours pass as I sit listening to my mom’s rant…
Bearing the brunt of my father’s anger
Yea I know they have their own problems, life is tough
But is it any easy for me? At least they feel so!
Then I ask myself… do I even have a life?
The answer is NO! This gives me an insight today
Why have I not stopped my lifeless breaths already?
I can’t take my life because HELLO… I don’t even own it!