My Father

My Father

o my father, I want to tell you something.
I get bored from your controlling.
"Do this and don't do any other thing"
is one of the orders you are giving.

Your control had destroyed my character.
In my failure, you are a great factor.
You made me like an actor
and you are the oppressive director .

I hate your permanent control.
As a child, I don't have a doll.
And you order not to play with the ball
But now I want to achieve my goal.

I want to escape from your embrace.
I want to fly.
And my problems I can easily face
Even they lead me up to die.

Could you tell me
How can I live?
Could you tell me
How can I take and give?

When you are talking ,
I can't say a word .
You are always ordering
And I only have to nod.

I get totally bored .
You should no longer live.
I hate this killing mode
And want to freely live.

What am I? Am I foolish!
How dare a son kill his father?
Whatever you do, I can't punish.
I am sorry, my father.