It is My Life, Not Yours
Do you know what it is like to be surrounded by people but still feel alone?
Tear drops hit the table’s glass.
I exhale, look up, and wait.
I know a parent’s love is for the best,
But how can you tell me to leave my desires in the past?
I am not you, mom, I can never be you.
Chuckling, I narrow my eyes and step forward.
This is my life, and I hate feeling so blue.
I hate envying others who are free to be themselves,
But here you are trying to keep me on a leash,
Your little pet that dances at your command.
I can still hear your ear-splitting reprimand.
Maybe I’m different, maybe I wasn’t meant to be the splitting image of you.
Maybe I have a purpose that you may never know.
I have a reason to be different.