First Confession

Sometimes I question myself–
Whether I can ever live up
To your expectations of me–
That unfulfilled part of you
Which you foist on me

Sometimes I’d rather be a stranger
To you, everyone, even myself
Then I could stop being the chameleon–
The pretender that pretends to be
Whatever you or I think I should be

I hated my parents for the longest time
Because they wouldn’t let me be who I wanted to be
Then I stopped hating them
When I realized my ideas for myself
Were even worse than those they had for me

My vision grows more blurred each day by all the notions–
Lame ideas about who I am, what I should be
That’s a good thing–
Sometimes we spend too much time looking for ourselves
When all we need is to just be

2 thoughts on “First Confession

  1. “Sometimes we spend too much time looking for ourselves
    When all we need is to just be”

    ‘Funny’ that we’re already being
    (But not in a ha-ha kind of way)
    And the truth is shining brightly before us
    (But we walk around with our eyes closed all day)

    Thanks for this one, Don!

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