Jul 2018
Maybe, just maybe...
Maybe I’m not the same as they are,
Maybe I’m not as how others would follow a rule,
Maybe I’m not as someone who would want to be enclosed,
Maybe I’m someone who somehow wants to break free.
From a bounding household,
The place where love was first found,
The place where love was first felt,
The place they said was not made out of walls,
But a place filled with love and hope.
However, I was not the same as to how I was before,
I am not the princess, they loved and behold,
I am not the angel, they reached to believed,
Maybe I’m me, I’m someone who wants to break free.
From what was once believed to be good, and how things were ought to be,
The doubts that was given, and the things my heart chases,
Are somehow against to some of their will,
And something that separates me from the things i want to do.
I want to believe that somehow I can,
That the doubts they give are out of hand,
I want them to believe in what my reality might be,
And not some teleserye conclusion they may think I might be.
This love I found, Im still ought to prove,
That this is not something they should stop me,
That this is something they should believe in,
In moments, I felt alone, in that bounding home,
I found warmth in arms, that was neither or even the ones I thought for it to be.
Maybe, just maybe,
I’m tired of being enclosed,
I’m tired of being that girl they know would follow,
I’m tired of following other people’s opinion,
I’m tired of knowing I can’t be more of what I believe I am.
Maybe, I want my actions to be a reflection of my own,
I want that the things that I do, is something they should believe in,
I want my live my life the way I want to live it,
I want to be free to do my own actions.
Maybe, just maybe,
I don’t want those eyes that looks at me, as if one small thing that I do can affect the whole of me.
I don’t want my actions to be viewed as something that is bad, I just want to feel free, I just want to feel less secured that I used to be.
Maybe, just maybe,
You should listen to me...
Listen to the words my heart wants to say,
The words that my mind has made,
The words that doesn’t contradict my actions.
The words, the words I wanted to say.
Maybe I’m not the same as they are,
Maybe I’m not as how others would follow a rule,
Maybe I’m not as someone who would want to be enclosed,
Maybe I’m someone who somehow wants to break free.
From a bounding household,
The place where love was first found,
The place where love was first felt,
The place they said was not made out of walls,
But a place filled with love and hope.
However, I was not the same as to how I was before,
I am not the princess, they loved and behold,
I am not the angel, they reached to believed,
Maybe I’m me, I’m someone who wants to break free.
From what was once believed to be good, and how things were ought to be,
The doubts that was given, and the things my heart chases,
Are somehow against to some of their will,
And something that separates me from the things i want to do.
I want to believe that somehow I can,
That the doubts they give are out of hand,
I want them to believe in what my reality might be,
And not some teleserye conclusion they may think I might be.
This love I found, Im still ought to prove,
That this is not something they should stop me,
That this is something they should believe in,
In moments, I felt alone, in that bounding home,
I found warmth in arms, that was neither or even the ones I thought for it to be.
Maybe, just maybe,
I’m tired of being enclosed,
I’m tired of being that girl they know would follow,
I’m tired of following other people’s opinion,
I’m tired of knowing I can’t be more of what I believe I am.
Maybe, I want my actions to be a reflection of my own,
I want that the things that I do, is something they should believe in,
I want my live my life the way I want to live it,
I want to be free to do my own actions.
Maybe, just maybe,
I don’t want those eyes that looks at me, as if one small thing that I do can affect the whole of me.
I don’t want my actions to be viewed as something that is bad, I just want to feel free, I just want to feel less secured that I used to be.
Maybe, just maybe,
You should listen to me...
Listen to the words my heart wants to say,
The words that my mind has made,
The words that doesn’t contradict my actions.
The words, the words I wanted to say.
