can i be happy?

Hurt me more
No I insist
Here’s the knife cut my wrists
You want to be happy
So you watch me be sad
This is England not Pakistan dad
You bought me here for a better life?
Then why are you controlling everything I am
The way I dress
The way I look
they bother you the most
What’s the point in me living
If I have nothing to live for
My independence gone
My ability to enjoy life gone
Oh god the privileges I would have had if I was your son.