I live my life in stories
I search for the story in you
I put faces to your names
Every detail and all the colours too
I try to feel what you felt
I visualise the red, black or blue
I laugh at your silly pranks
In your pain, my heart sheds a tears few
Once you have told me a story
I hold you in respect anew
I contemplate your comprehension
Before I tell you my story in lieu
But I fail to understand your interruptions
Why do you questions the things I do?
Isn’t this the story that I choose to live?
My story, doesn’t… from yours, take cue
Why can’t I live each day as my own?
Why can’t I fall or celebrate every move new?
Why do I need to bear your opinions?
You wouldn't give up your story for mine, would you?
this screams: 'Leave me alone' or at 'least Let me be. Accept me as I am or please don't bother..'
ReplyDeleteand I like it... have had this feeling quite a few times.. so to find it expressed in a poem is interesting!