The pain is searing
Can't screen the thoughts anymore
Though I try, honestly,
But still, Why can't I just be me...
I have seen the sun and the sands,
I have traveled to far off places
They keep on following, they really do
And I cry, why can't I just be me...
I come home from work,
The food is ready, the remote inviting,
I look at them, the pain disagrees to subside
I scream, why can't I just be me...
The phone rings, I shudder
Its the daily call from home, I chat
Somebody is shouting, I wham the closet,
I plead, Why can't I just be me...
They say time, I wonder, how long
When would it come, when would it be,
The hug is painful, it starts bleeding
And then she says, you be you, I be me...
I gasp,If only...
there is an answer, just that I am afraid,
If I be me, there is no you...
Till death, only it can...I want to be me...
you have mirrored the thoughts of all those around you... BUT if you could be you... how would such thoughts brew... :)
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