You expect too much from me,
If you perhaps had told me your plan,
If maybe, you arranged a life that I was to live,
Maybe I’d have accomplished your goal and dreams,
Instead of pretending so many of my young years,
That I had something admirable to live up to,
When in truth, I never wanted, needed or thought of it.
And so, everything I’ve said, thought and done was to please you,
Not myself, but the moment I let go, cut that invisible rope that bound me to you,
I felt free. I discovered truths of myself, glorious and frightening,
And I’ve waited and am waiting for one of these truths to blossom into my own dream,
A dream that is true, just and real.