I Am? Poem by palesa deejay manaleng

Is it all in my head?
Born to be confused or
Refused

Feel like a battery about to be diffused
Are we born?
To draw our futures on the floor
Did I make it all up in my head?
Dream up all these feelings?

Does the anger and danger
Turn me on?
Do I thrive from the hatred?
That some project?

Do they know or understand
How I feel?

No
They just assume that I’m playing
Instead I’m praying for an answer
For a way to make them understand
That they will never
Change me.