BEING ME

I found truth in your farce speech,
but wonder what made me depraved...
was I just a puppet of your thoughts?
or was it the connotation of my life?

The heart that pumped my blood,
was the same as the souls born here..
the mind that thought my thoughts
was strung to you as your heir..

I was condescended to wash your worries,
I was becoming your panacea...
I plummeted in my own eyes,
I staggered along my strides...

I quavered in the hideous rain,
I reasoned out the inchoate atrocity,
what I saw through your eyes was my life,
the unsolicited gift of my birth....