I don’t know if I’m generally spiralling or if me writing poetry is causing me to have worse mental health. Normally in my life when I feel intense emotions I spiral and choose to use poems to distract my brain from overthinking. I basically think of poems in my head that express how I feel and then write it down. I do realize though that I don’t feel better afterwards. I wonder if anyone else feels this way
Mom doesnt do anything. she cooks and cleans and then if someone doesnt eat her cooking she gets hurt and lashes out, when the whole time no one even asked her to cook anything or to clean. she acts like its a ball and chain when most of us moved out the house already and she is keeping herself stuck in this cycle. I want to spend mothers day with her but "every day is mothers day" and all she wants as a gift is "for me to be healthy and happy". she never watches tv. never reads books. never consumers media, unless its a religious media which doesnt work since im not religious. I cant relate to her and she doesnt even fucking care.
I try to remind myself that she isnt from the same place I grew up and that she was very impoverished as a kid and this explains her behaviour being overly religious and pious. BUT my feelings are still in the way. I cant change her but for me to live with her i have to change her, or i have to change.
Immigrant parents are so demanding and relentless!! they dont know what compromise is but they keep saying they made the biggest one by coming to a first world country and leaving behind their entire family.
So, i need advice as a 26 year old who hasnt seen them calm down despite my aging. When do they finally open their minds, find friends, live life? theyre miserable and I fell bad when I visit. Please give me advice
Lovers at the bottom to the top of the mountain all want
one woman that can speak every love language but one
She loves destructive things and has no fear of damage or loss
They stare at her like dogs
And she is cruella de ville
She can make their skin
Bright with reddish spots
Hives on each neck
Closer than she’ll ever get
For my safety, I stay clear of the pain
She lynched a few of us
Like calypso to Odysseus
We only see one escape
When divinity wants to cape
She’s the soft green grass
I’m the hard grey concrete
Forever glancing at each other
But never crossing paths