• chubamenla 4w

    The times I've cried myself to sleep,
    Knowing I'll never be enough,
    Times I've made choices for you
    That took away my freedom,
    My creativity, and liveliness.
    Tell me, am I just so incompetent?!
    I'm merely turning into another Louisa,
    Another Coketown, whose lives
    Have no colour, no life, just controlled,
    By that mechanical clock,
    Regretfully I am not sure who I am,
    I'm merely existing at your insistence,
    Always and forever trying,
    Trying to become the "me" you want.