I want to be me and in glee become free.
So
how now, can my family allow, for me to be?
The
lippy trippy hippy not free,
A
happy trappy pappy I see.
Wants
for me, reality.
His
own free see, apparently.
Which
for me, is a miserable tree,
In
this presently, unfortunate orchard,
I
refuse to be quartered then tortured or slaughtered.
Please
leave me be my happy tree.
I
want to be me and in glee become free.
So
how now, can my family allow glee, for me to be?
A happy
clappy rappy tree?
She
wants for me to be like she.
Another
cursed, second worst, version of her, terse desserts.
Blurry
worries hurried, tearful slurs a flurry.
Slave
to grave raves isn't brave and most certainly doesn’t save.
Happy
is she in her painful misery.
I
will free me, you’ll eventually see.
I
want to be me and in glee become free.
So
how now, can’t my family allow me, to merely be?
He
wishes my ambitious vision controlled.
He
talk’s reticulose, from his ridiculous hole.
He
kills my brilliance for me,
Un-thrilled
resilience from me.
Hells
bells are swinging for me.
Swell
welts now stinging for me.
Smacked
cracks lack tolerance for me.
Still
steals compliance from me.
Swill
spills endurance from me
Into
his bowl rhetorical, traumatically historical,
goal
seems to be emotional; Tolls peel away my delicate soul.
Unfurled
world hurled, I’m now curled,
A small
ball, not for me, the gall! but for you all.
Seems
Deeds seeds, are better dead instead
I want
to be me and in glee become free.
So
how now, can my family allow for me to be!
They
ask for my mission then say I don’t
listen.
In
unbidden frustration, must I still ask permission?
I’ve
heard what they’ve given, implied it’s forbidden,
Now
quivering the delivering, the tiger inside is shivering,
Reduced
to a kitten, now smitten.
What
love is this? I’ve just been hissed.
Instead
they’ve miss kissed and very effectively,
Un-written
and rejected me.
This
apparently is my bliss! Are they taking the piss?
I want
to be me and in glee become free.
So
now, how my family can allow, and be, with little ole me.
I
listen to you, when I ask for your view.
Is
it to much to ask the same task of you too?
Despite
continuous spew, I do hear your view
But
reserve the right to ignore, what for me is a bore.
It’s
not new for me; it’s not true for me;
it’s
just blue for me; it’s like glue for me.
I want to be me and in glee become
free.
So now how! My family can
allow me,
To be - for we - please try -
and see - real me.
I wish - for you - to be - as
free - as me.
No
you say you’re perfectly okay.
You
flies at me, chastises me, this rises me,
So
distressed I cries, in angry disguise
Like
an obstinate pup, please shut the fuck up!
My
dark lark barks.
I
was only, trying, to help you.
I
want to be me and in glee become free.
So
NOW! How my family can allow for us, to be we.
I
merely expect a little respect,
For
my do that’s for you and for me too.
I
hope one day, you’ll finally say,
You
can accept that I’m correct.
My
peculiar view, for me IS true.
Why
explain my humble station with you presenting indignation,
I
didn’t expect it would be for you but it was
you who asked me my view.
Oh
for heaven’s sake! Just have FAITH!
And
try to allow me, or better yet wow me,
Or
disagree and watch me flee.
Once
more gored again, I’m floored again,
I’m
bored again, sick and tired again,
Of
being ignored again, have you tried adored again?
I wish
to be me and in glee, see we become free, in ecstasy.
So
now! How my family can allow and be, with me.
Discomfort
you feel, but understand this is your real deal, it’s not mine.
I’m
content unfurling my journey of learning,
Increasingly
yearning, for others also burning.
Enjoy
the difference, it produces brilliance.
Don’t
you think? Yes you do think,
Far
too much with the head, now I’m off to my bed.
So
now you know I try to go with my hearts smart art instead.
I shall
be me and in glee become free.
So
now you also know my family, and just how they can allow me
To
be with you, I wonder if they too,
Might
eventually see, the complete and whole me,
So
that we, can all just be –
Together, whatever the
weather
And just know, that wherever
I go
I will continue to be me, even if forced to flee
So please! Just let go and allow
me to grow
Into the person that I wish to become.
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