I was given a name the day I was born
Later, I was given another.
Later still, I married and took another name.
Later, I took back the second.
What is a name? Should we not just choose our own?
If so, I shall call myself "Disappointment" and be done with the matter.
Disappointed, with the food you choose to eat.
Disappointed with the dark shadows on the street.
Disappointed with what’s on Tv.
Disappointed with what you call reality.
Disappointed we let things slip so far.
Disappointed with a bandage called a car.
Disappointed with the mobile in your hand.
Disappointed I cannot see the band.
The door is now open
But are you ready to step out?
To take on life on your own
Realize your presence, Exist!!
You've been following their rules
Climbing the ladder one step at a time
The society's way, you know
In between you earn
Money, fame and the need to succeed
Wow, I wish I was like you
I wish I could follow rules
Live to your expectation
But I choose to step out the door
Embrace the sun, breathe in the air
End this pretentious living you call life
and exist instead of survive
Unlike you and your society
Just myself: a disappointment.
It would be good
as she stood
under a sky more colorful than blue.
As she stood
on a threshold of something
that smelled like the silk and satin
he had slept on just the night before,
She hoped for more
than red lights flashing,
than hearts surrounded by fences.
But, she only heard the mashing
of sweetened heartstrings not fully cooked.
If only she had looked
for something more than a cookbook.
I'm losing focus.
Intake becomes more,
It becomes heavy.
The petals of the rose seem brighter,
The green grass more vivid.
I can be anything.
This is what he's turned me into.
Heeding his advice,
following in his footsteps.
I wonder why I love him,
I wonder why I'm attached.
But I'm not blind.
I know it's wrong,
He keeps me alive.
My eyes are open
Living, breathing, seeing.
I know it's bad,
not really society's favorite thing
But I love it.