You would surely be proud.
I followed your script aloud.
I did not be bold.
I just did what I was told.
I did what you called right,
Without even putting up a fight.
But still there's a lingering question:
Am I happy with my life's position?
Living up to others' expectations, &
Striving to conserve my scarce relations,
Suppressing away my true feelings, &
Wearing my most-accepted beings,
I've just lost myself;
My identity is dumped on the lowest shelf.
I have now conformed to your ways, &
I hope this sacrifice eventually pays.
Then I can finally be alive, &
Alas have my own vehicle to drive.
But I don't need your sympathy,
Nor do I need your empathy.
This is a path that I have selected, &
This bitter truth I have finally digested.
Though sometimes I do wonder, &
At many times I do ponder:
Should I have put my foot down?
Should I have risked being a clown?
I guess, perhaps so.
At least, I would have my own glow.
People would know me as me, &
Society would judge me for me.
Including the good, bad, and ugly,
My vulnerability would be for all to see.
But sadly that was not to be, &
Regretfully, I'm now left with another me.
I hope to one day break free, &
Give the world my blemishes to see.
Only thus would I feel accepted, trusted, and loved.
Only thus would peace and justice be eternally served.