Jayekin’s “Say what you want” bloggy

I wished and wished till my heart bled dry…

Of crimson tears, I cry and cry…

Couldn’t she understand that it’s time to let me fly?

That it’ll be difficult to cage me, and that I’d just might die?

I know she wants me safe, I know she cares for me…

But what about my life? The dream I have in me?

I’m not one to be caged, I’m not one to be told what to do…

I prefer my own ways, to just be true…

Is it so difficult to understand me… That you would say such hurtful words?

That you weren’t even aware of, of what had been uttered?

You said I hurt you by my actions, but what have you done?

Hurtful phrases, that cannot be undone…

You made it sound like I was a hindrance, a burden to you..

But never a word was said about the other, which makes me confused…

So I’m the only one that gives you trouble..

I’m the only one that you couldn’t understand…

But have you ever tried to do just that, understand my plans?

You said what I did would break your trust in me,

But have you trusted me, ever… truly..?

Throughout the years, I’ve never felt the trust…

The actions you’ve shown did nothing but saddens me…

I may not be the best of the two of us,

However, I have dreams and wishes I would like to discover…

Not wanting to sit down five years later,

“What have I done with my life, how many years wasted?”

On one hand to please you, the other the urge to flee…

To know more about the world and the wonders that besiege..

To gain knowledge through travels

To find meaning in life…

And finally, be able to settle down and say, “The wonders there are to see… ”

That’s all that I ask.. Tis difficult to see?

Did I ask for the world to bow down to me?

A simple request turns to tragedy..

Not that big, but enuf to make both parties disagree…

Sigh…

I wished I was born a boy, yet I’m proud to be a girl..

I wished the other would be more pro-active and out-going,

But that’s really out of HIS character…

If wishes were horses, den beggars would really ride…  

I wish, I wish, I wish… Will my wish ever thrive?