When I was born, you named me,
You decided good and bad for me…
When I grew up a bit,
You handed me a do’s n dont’s list…
I thought whatever you say is right,
and followed, with all my might…
But then, you thought you can control me,
and whatever i dreamt of was vague to thee…
I tried explaining what i want,
You ignored and continued to daunt…
You think you knew the best for me,
But I feel you never understood me…
When I was persistent and tried to highlight my view,
You said I was manner less and not respecting you…
If that is what you think, then so be it,
and let my life be the way I want it…!
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Reblogged this on jonellamarie.
I can relate to this so well, it’s great 🙂
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Reblogged this on pinkatenchanted and commented:
May be some day the parent’s will realise…
That when we fall, we learn to rise.. all by ourselves..
But moreover.. We, the childeren need to learn..
How to convince them.. without hurting them..
I really loved your poem nikki!! 🙂
I agree… but you know sometimes it happens that parents are not willing to be convinced
Who can know that better than me?