False lessons

I’ve been taught
That I can be beautiful
Only If I have
The waist of a bamboo tree.


I’ve been taught
That I can be happy
Only If I have
A dozen fake friends.

I’ve been taught
That I can succeed
Only If I can talk
Flatter and lie.
And honesty
Will only burn my face.

I’ve been taught
That dreams are meant
To be imagined, forgotten
And wasted.

I’ve been taught
That I’m useless
Because the seat next to me
Is always empty.

I’ve listened, I’ve tried
I’ve failed to be the person
That you want me to be.

I’ve folded my dream
Kept it aside
Consoling my bleeding soul
Every morning, every night.

I’m tired of dying and trying
To please you all the time
But you never ever stop barking!
I’m not your doormat… I’m not afraid to fall anymore…
Because I’m on my own way…

And whether you like it or not...
I’ll never stop hoping
I’ll never stop writing
I’ll never stop believing
And I’ll never stop dreaming.