Controlled
One night, Momma said that I had changed.
For, I didn't now care about my studies and grades.
Then, she slapped me hard, for I only had a ninety three.
I held my cheeks and ran away, for my tears are going to fell and I don't want her to see.
I locked myself in the room, crying softly.
Thinking that one day, the strings will fade.
For, they made me a puppet, that they can hurt and control.
To achieve their shattered dreams, to fulfill their wanted goals.
And that's, what I don't like. Its to study for them.
For I wanted to study, for me to learn and to imagine.
And not to work the job they've dreamed and to be top's first.
Yeah, I know. Being smart is also a curse.
And now, I am very sorry, Mom. I apologize.
For, I will wait no more, for the strings attached to fade.
'Cause, I am now ready, the scissors is now in place.
To cut the strings you've tied on me, in the first place.
BINABASA MO ANG
Balladries of Life
PoesiaPoets about everyday rants and problems that each different person had gone through and will go through. Its my time to express my feelings at feelings din ng ibang tao to make them feel and to awaken them that they are not the only one who's suffer...
