one where you can be real ..
and one you are forced to live with ..
--iiyah.:)
and the worst part is,
the world and life you are forced to live with is the kind of life your own family imposes on you ..
a kind of life where you cant be free ..
not to express yourself
or to be what you wanted to be :)
the sad part is, you want them to know what you really are
to accept you for who you can be
and to prove yourself
get your own identity ..
one that separates you from the rest
one that distinguishes you from the crowd ..
a "you" that would be special ..
locked up in the depths of this sorrow
underneath the heavy curtain of darkness that fell before me,
blinding me from the truth of life ..
why do you always so protect me?
am i that fragile? that helpless? so defenseless that i need you to shield me from the pain pf truth ?
do you think my small heart cant carry the heavy load?
well i tell you this..
the suffering you inflict upon me is much more heavier than the pain of truth ..
and i want to be a free soul ..
to fly and be me ..
that's why i love to be with my friends ..
where i can act and speak and think the way i wanted ..
the way i am ..
where i dont need to be under control
where precision and idealism doesnt matter ..
where i can be PERFECTLY IMPERFECT
and i can treasure every single bit of the momentary bliss
this freedom that i own when i'm not in your grasp ..
how much i would love to be able to fly freely ..
"dont keep me under the glass if you really want to touch me"
i want to find myself
be what i can be ..
discover the real ME
--ria.08
