It is there, so stark, so naked,
I see it quite clear but I choose to ignore,
Its never ok, never ok to be happy,
Cuz somewhere you are always tripping, always falling,
I am not perfect to fit into place with them,
And painfully I bleed each time.
Who is to blame?
Me or you?
Me, for being what is me,
And you for not believing,
It just makes the pain a regular chore,
And I end up with a bleeding knife every night.
The stars watch me,
So does the moon,
Its a velvety night,
But I have business of my own.
Its never ok, never ok to be happy,
Cuz it hardly matters,
They just want you to be a shape-shifter,
One amongst them, a million,
Lost in the crowd, unknown.
I hate the tears rolling down my face,
I wish they would remain in my eyes,
And give the mirage of a juvenile sparkle that was once alive,
So pure so honest so innocent,
But its long dead and gone.
Why do you claim me? I ask,
Why am I to be some one's possession?
Is it my fault that I came to be, tied to a being,
And tied so I must remain till the end?
I won't plead and you won't relent,
So let me suggest an end to this mindless captivity,
Keep me tied, tight, my leash safe in your hands,
But then let it be the noose it always was,
And allow it to complete its destined work.