Allow Me To Be Myself

Why must I have a make-up of a fool? Leaving me with horrors of my past The past that mirror a fractured heart And a sinking dream Driving me to a hollow of absent-mindedness Why must I feast with a toothless ghost? When its life has vanished into nothingness With no hope for today And maybe tomorrow But filled with regrets of yesterday Why must I sit in the council of bamboozles? And allow them to fill me with nonsense Teaching me how to live for today With no plan for tomorrow Burying tomorrow in the grave They call ‘it will take care of itself’ Why must I give my love to someone? Who does not appreciate beautiful things? Locking my happiness in the cells of a union That will not see the day light. Why must believe an idea Even if it does not dish out my needs Only praying it works one day Trusting the gods will perform magic Why must I be pressured to marry? When I have not found my missing rib All in the name of pleasing society Putting out of my mind, they will be absent When its problems start slapping me in the face Why must I pretend to be happy? When I know my heart has a deep cut And I cannot beam with smiles Knowing well that my sensitivity Has been locked up in cells of my recent past And my feelings are no more animate Why must I pretend to be some else? Why must I pretend to be you? When you know I cannot be you Why must I make you happy? When you know making you happy Makes me sad Allow me to find the light That penetrates all darkness Because all I want to be is the best me.