Becomings

My parentals.

What has become of us?

Thrashing in darkness, reaching for any bit of light.

Of laughter.

Of....happiness.

But you, you block them from us.

You make sure we don't ever get to explore, get to discover.

Get to feel....ings are not available to us.

We get to search, you let us try.

But in the designated areas, the ones with nothing. Just mist...y eyes,

you never want to dry.

Not what has become of us, what has become of you?