Since I have been a bundle of blankets
I've been constantly learning your rules
I've been told to abide by them
That's all they told me at home and in schools
Why are my own opinions ridiculed
When yours are just as outrageous
You've stuffed your ways into my mind
And what you're doing is dangerous
Because I am what you made me
And you made me a coward
I'm afraid to speak what I think
How am I supposed to move forward
I am indeed what you made me
And you took away my confidence
I'm no longer comfortable in my own body
You made me lose my essence
You need to change your rusty old traditions
They're not going to work anymore
You need to change yourself
And you need to start right at the core
Oh, I am what you made me
And you made me an outcast
One day I'll make you pay
And I'm going to make it last
1 comment:
You know while reading your poems,I tend to concentrate more on what you think than your abilities as a poetess.
I don't disagree with what you think,just with the way you take it.
I know you aren't much fond of preaching but things and people out there are not that bad.
Or may be I desire less freedom than you do.
As a writer/poetess -- you know I find you amazing.
- aanchal.
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