Wanting to be more.


Under the dark, scary and starry night,

Sitting near the window,

Gazing at the sky,

I wonder what else I can be?

As I am never satisfied with myself.

Should I become what the voices

In my head say,

I might become better and happier,

But what if the appropriate society

Wouldn’t accept it?,

What if they oppose and deny?

What if this is the invisible cage and

we will always be trapped?

What if that leaves me alone?

And still makes me happier then ever before.

What’s wrong in wanting to be more?

I want to live everything,

I want to be everything I can,

I want to set myself all free…

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