Royalty? Princes? Lady?
What I am?
I tried to fit in, I was trained to fit in
But it is never ending amount of criticism, I no longer know what to believe in
Discipline? Manner? Class?
What must I do?
I changed almost everything, even the way I talk
But it’s either less or too much and I can’t even get in between as you’re blind.
Silence? Mute? Shut up?
What else do you want?
I just breathe in and breathe out
But even this has meaning, you can even hear from the distance you think it’s a clout.
Explained? Speak? Burst out?
Which one is true?
I want to do what suits you
But though I think this way, you still view me as the fragile woman anyway.
Don’t you even get tired?
Do you even ask yourself how I feel through this plight
Do you even sleep at night with your misoginistic mind?
Do you even wake up with a smile?
Enough, enough already, enough!
I don’t need titles, castles, wealth, I just want peace.
I need my life back and let me get back on my feet.
Give me time to breath
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