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Losing Who I Am

Pushing in Surrounding me They always expect me to be something more than I am I'm supposed to be an angel a precious perfect jewel a flawless child And while they all tell me to be something else... something not me... I just bow my head and nod quietly and pretend to listen and pretend to change But inside the walls close in swallowing me and who I really am disappears I have to do everything right and I am supposed to do everything perfectly And why don't they understand that maybe sometimes I can't do it? Why don't they see who I am who I want to be? But still I be submissive as they pressure me to be better to try more to be what they tell me to I change for them because they ask me to and I listen to them and I let them shape who I am So I become an object to try to create in a bigger and better image And the walls crush me and inside I'm crying and dying... They tell me to always work harder and so I sigh say yes and forget that I'm in there somewhere The real me. Just begging to be let out...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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