Life On Earth

Is it too late to ask to be unbirthed? Born into a world of greed, selfishness and fame brings me no honour as I am without any yet need to have in order to live Unnecessary pressure Can my mother unbirth me, please? Am I here to be a doorknob, welcome mat or shoulders to cry on? Shoulders, yes, the more the merrier right? Drowning whilst having to breathe another day caught between their misconceptions, perceptions and perspectives none of it brings me closer to hope Hope for my own validations, ambitions or identification of my own sexuality Like I don't have my own issues?! Excuse me if I adult cry Every other time Excuse me if I have to lash out Sometimes you need to leave me out! Get out! Somebody, help before I pray to be Unbirthed alive