Is my life one big show?
because, I really don't know
what prevents society from seeing
that I'am a unique being!
Weren't my footprints
also meant to make their own imprints
upon the earth
or am I just a copied breath,
simply born to do as instructed
and performing tasks others wanted?
The thing is
just like in show biz
I dressed up
put on make up
and I rehearsed
for the one's I impressed!
I always did as I was told
just so that i could fit into their mould
but, I struggled to put on the identity
given to me by society
because...
IT - REALLY - WASN'T - ME!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is little confusion about life in every body's mind whether this a big show or not. Life is wonderful drama in stage of Earth. Many struggle to have identity in life in society. This poem is very thought provoking sharing really. Wonderful drafting.10