Be what you want to be,
Not what others want you to be,
But, that was not going to be the case,
The truth I have to face.
I was a normal child,
With mild temperament, not wild,
Good in sports,love to dance and sing,
Above average results I bring,
The teachers were happy with me being a high honour student,
My parents should be proud, who wouldn't,
But not they,
Only complaints everyday,
For them the grass on the other side was greener,
My cousin's and neighbour's children were much better.
It even extended to my way of living,
That hurt most of my being
Was I an object d'art or a puppet in their presence,
Somebody they yearned me to be,
Somebody they could not be.
To be an extraordinary feat.
I cannot be their mould defect,
My creator has created me perfect,
The way I want to be,
The contentment I get to be me.
I hope they realise their mistake,
Better for our sake,
I am not their heirloom or property,
I am me and I have come with my own destiny.