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.
©chubamenla