A Flexible Spring Poem by PRINCESS LISA APARAMA

Sometimes i feel like a joke
Buttons pushed everywhere i go
I seem to be the crux of a theme
For wrong intents or actions
Unknown or known can't say
But push yes you did push

Doh from a humble home
I feel dishonored in home and out home
Have changed severally to please
That i can no more remember my true form

Transparency has turned vain in me
Groans of a silent heart
Having giving up from lessons learnt
From vain words injustice distrust
Unafraid to fail all or show you
The false tales you choose to believe

Like a lone wolf i stare away
I try to please you all bruise me
I become me you criticize the more
I love all for humanity's sake
I love all
Yet you bruise me for reasons unknown
All sees earth is silent even

A child perceives dislike
Grown ups perceive envy and how threatened
You seem why reasons unknown
Yet like a guitar i am
You won't stop pulling at my strings
With or without music you pull

How your hate has given me the will to manage life
Humans and works better
You pull and push yet i spring back to life
Like an ever spring season
I am a flexible spring