Here I am wishing someone could listen more
Acting like I am in control but in reality it's different
I speak my mind but in distraction, she listens
Rather in support she tries harder in reshaping me
Telling me how to eat, what to say, where to seat
Who to talk to and simply how to act every time
The thought of freedom seems the only way,
Looking forward to my safe zone,
Where I can be myself again without judgement
Or looking over my shoulder for approval.
I complain about my pain and difficulties
How been anxious is getting the best of me
And the pressure to impress produce more tension
Finding the rhythm become a thing of fear
With no knowledge of what been said all the time
People turn their head everywhere I go
Like not being me is not enough dilemma to share
As each day turn white and black;
And I look myself in the mirror, I see a change MAN
The one that was made a robot and voiceless.
I thought acting is my thing and role play is the key
But I have a director which expects a lot from me
With no or little choice, I go with flow.
Hopefully I survive the rest of the time in silence.
I hope someone could just listen and care more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Idowu. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.