I want to do what I want
But I know I’ll end up being a disappointment.
I want to go where I want to go
But I know I’ll fall and be dragged back here again.
I want to express myself and show my true colours
But I know the world won’t accept me or my monochromatic life.
I know that I won’t amount to anything.
I know that I should only do what they want.
I know that losing your free will is a part of living in this ugly world.
I know that my wishes have as much significance as a louse to a man.
I know all these dirty things, and I’ve accepted it as Gods will.
So, I’ll keep doing what YOU want
So that you’ll love and care for my burnt-out corpse.
And so that you may continue to violate and degrade my imagination and soul.
I’ve grown used to all my wishes being shot from the sky as if they were ducks.
As if they were garbage
As if they were nothing.
But I’ll keep respecting your wishes
Just to make you happy
Because I know that I