picture of misery

You’re such a picture of misery,

You cry loudly in front of the gods, praying that they either end your suffering or you.

You’re such a picture of misery,

You got married off to a man you didn't know, when you yourself were unfamiliar about who you are.

You're such a picture of misery,

Your husband is a bad man.

You're such a picture of misery,

Even your daughter failed you.

You're such a picture of misery,

You had high hopes, only for it to plunge itself from the pedestal you had made.

You're such a picture of misery,

Nothing ever goes your way.

You lock yourself up in your room after a fight with your husband,

You hide so that no one sees how this affects you,

But your daughter can hear your cries as clear as the day,

She can see the tears that stain your face.

You came to an unfamiliar house after your family married you off to a man much older than you,

You tried to fit in because “that’s what daughters do”.

Your mother-in-law didn't like the sight of you,

Abused and berated your young 19 year old self cried herself to sleep.

Your husband is a bad man,

He didn't stand up for you,

Yet you bore his child,

A mistake forever for you.

A daughter was born from your divine womb,

A small thoughtless being whose whole life was now you.

Your daughter grew up to your husband and you fighting,

She grew up to the screaming and curses which erupted at night.

Your husband is such a bad man,

He came home drunk.

Your husband is such a bad man,

He’d leave your young frail body to shiver in the cold,

Just because he was mad at you.

And you, oh you're such a picture of misery,

You would scream but still lay broken and torn and defeated at the end of the day,

You would cry yourself to sleep

And you would cry to the God to either end your suffering or end you.

But the Gods didn't listen, so you decided to take matters into your own hands,

You grabbed that long scarf and looped it around your neck and then the fan.

The people who looked down on your entire being, panicked and tried to break the door open,

They tried to get you down.

Your mother-in-law shook in her feet and your drunk husband aggressively removed the scarf from your neck.

You screamed and thrashed,

You had had enough of them,

They had damaged you to the core.

You cried and cried and cried,

Cursing every soul.

But were you unaware of what damage you had done,

Oh, you picture of misery,

You had broken your daughter,

Yes, that one.

The one who you nurtured in your womb for 9 months,

The one whose world revolved around your entire being.

Yes, that one.

She stood there with wide glassy eyes,

She stood there watching her world breaking apart.

Oh, you picture of misery,

You had killed another soul that day,

The soul which you yourself created.

But it's okay, life moved on.

You got yourself together but oh,

Oh you're such a picture of misery,

Your husband is still a drunk,

Your mother-in-law still berates you,

And so does the entire family.

You are just a lowly being for them to laugh at, stomp on,

Oh dear, you're such a picture of misery.

But still you prayed and prayed and prayed until your knees bruised,

Prayed that your husband stops drinking and becomes a normal human.

Oh! The Gods finally listened to you!

Your husband wasn't drinking anymore.

The house wasn't filled with screams and curses and the loud banging of things being thrown across the room in anger.

And so now you both finally raise your daughter,

Raise her like she was meant to be,

But oh, oh dear, you're such a picture of misery.

Perhaps the Gods had written your fate with the blood of the personification of pain, rage, agony and betrayal,

For another problem came soon enough.

Again you and your husband fought,

That huge man overpowering your frail self within minutes.

You’d lose your mind and cry and scream,

Why won't you, this world had never let you dream.

You wanted to let off some steam? Ah, then there she is,

There is your daughter,

The only one your frail, small and insignificant self could overpower in this world.

And so you caught your daughter and threw her onto the bed,

You wrapped your thick small fingers around her neck.

She laid there in shock, looking horrified at your screaming face,

She could not breathe but at that moment all she could see was your pain,

Oh you picture of misery,

You had killed what you had birthed, a second time that day.

You were separated from your daughter fortunately, but even after you came to your senses, you never said sorry.

Why would you? It was not your fault.

It was them. They broke you down, made you work like a servant. They tore away all your hopes and watched with a pleasurable glint in their eyes as your life withered away.

You wanted to leave, but you had made a mistake.

The biggest mistake of your life— your daughter.

You were a mother now. Mothers don't leave. They stay and bear everything for their daughter's sake.

And so you did.

But you are only human, you picture of misery.

You could not take everything without hoping for something in return,

And so, all the freedom that you had dreamt of,

Those dreams you could only ever imagine faintly,

You passed onto your daughter.

Now she had to be the best.

Oh, you picture of misery,

You were too obsessed with her freedom,

You expected too much from her.

To give your daughter that freedom,

You stole the very same thing away.

Oh! Look at the crime your daughter committed.

A 66 in computer applications? She deserves to be punished.

And so you did.

You hit her until she could not breathe,

You hit her until you could not breathe.

Oh you're such a picture of misery,

You cry everyday,

Praying to the Gods that they take either you or your sufferings away.

You are slowly losing your mind,

Turning into a monster whenever you cry.

Your tears turn into broken glass shards,

Piercing and cutting through not only you,

But also the only one you could overpower in the whole house.

You would rage at the smallest things,

Your beautiful glass shards yet again piercing through your daughter’s skin, making her bleed.

You're such a picture of misery,

Your daughter has now turned numb.

She has no empathy as she watches you cry and beg to the Gods to end you,

Oh my picture of misery, you’re so so dumb.

You wish that your daughter was not born so that you can leave this damned house, or this damned world,

But oh my picture of misery, you're so dumb.

But perhaps your daughter is the same,

She had heard you say that she should just die or kill herself if she can't live up to your expectations,

You had told to her face in a moment of agony that you’d stab her with a knife and kill her if she doesn't get out of your sight,

But yet she felt something in her heart break everytime you said so.

What’s there left to break? Isn't she numb by now?

I swear your daughter is dumb,

But she is your daughter, so it's not a wonder how.

You should stop having expectations,

They only ever break.

Maybe the forces above hate you,

Or maybe it's just you, hating your life and yourself.

You lay broken amidst your equally broken glass tears,

Dancing and clapping and tapping to the rhythm of your pain, to the music of your cries,

Oh, you’re such a picture of misery,

Dancing and clapping and tapping to the rhythm of your pain, to the music of your cries, on your glass tears

Hoping that your bleeding feet would wash it all away.

You're such a picture of misery, hoping that your bleeding feet would wash it all away.