Hey guys, I was inspired to write this piece when I noticed all round me, that people succumb to the pressure of being someone else and while doing this they forget who they are and forget to follow their own passion.
Loser loser you are not of our kind,
Words, they paint my mind.
Pushed around like in a battle,
Forced to be in an identical heard of cattle.
Am I a deer, Am I an owl?
Am I a wolf who is fowl?
Am I dog, Am I a cat?
Am I a bear, I don't know that?
I incessantly wait,
To get rid of hate.
For I dan't fit in this jigsaw,
And I yearn to break this bounding law.
Is it them or is it me?
What is it that their curious eyes see?
But I am not a jock, I'm not a geek,
I'm not a goth, I'm not a freak.
Unfortunately, I succumb to the pain,
Don't drive my own car in the right lane.
Don't speak my own words, Don't make my own choice,
I don't have the power to express through my voice.
I wish to live in a world of my own,
Where I don't have the burden of someone else's loan.
Swim in the river, play in the field,
Not where my secrets can't be revealed.
Yet I lie in this wired cage,
Waiting to be unfettered of this rage.
To run away form another's dream,
To shout out my muffled scream.
Can't I run, can't I fly?
Can't I laugh, Can't I cry?
Can't I be a whole, can't I be me?
Can't I be who I am, Can't I be me?
