How am I supposed to be myself, Daddy
When you want me to be someone else?
How am I supposed to act like nothing fazes me, Daddy
When you're the one that breaks me down?
How am I supposed to be strong, Daddy
When you're the one that makes me weak?
How am I supposed to love, Daddy
If you're the one that teaches me to hate?
How am I supposed to care, Daddy
If you dont even care at all?
How am I supposed to spread my wings and fly, Daddy
If you keep me in this cage?
How am I supposed to leave, Daddy
If you never let me go?
Tell me,
Daddy...... How?
so true, how can we live to the expectations and stereotypes by not only our family but everyone?
Excellent.You reminded me at once the feelings of Sylvia Plath but in a slight different way.our parents do have always expectation with us.But it does not mean that we give up our dreams and our creativity for their sake.We can respect them and foloow their advice but we have our aims and objectives too which we make for ourselves.Wonderful job.Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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