How I wish I had listened to you.... and not spoilt my life following those without concern
You told me that while I slowly grow, I will try my best to make others smile, I will spill my emotions and burst my heart, Yet they’d only be happy when I die.
Not one will stop and wipe my tears, Not one will try to share my pain, They will all keep walking their own way, And sing their songs in melancholy restrain.
If I scream till my lungs burst, Till my face turns blue and I go insane, They will only plug their ears tight, And ignore it all, like nothing has changed.
Their eyes do open, but only to shut again, They see what they want and rest term unreal, Their feelings their own, their thoughts too private, Their domains and portals barred behind steel.
If I climb, they will only pull me back, If I swim, they’ll drown me with rejection and hate, If I dare fly, they will cut my wings, And when I give up and cry, they will silently celebrate.
All my life, I would think about them, How I can make their world a better place, Yet they will try to make my life miserable, And with each passing day, succeed in slowing my pace.
You said everything right when my ears were shut, And I followed those with frigid hearts and closed doors, Spoilt my life thinking they would help me achieve more, Alas, in the end, all I have is pain and remorse.
Oh, how I wish I had listened to you.
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