I’m a little chick,
Stuck in a shell,
Not ready to open
Not ready to go into the outside world.
I am scared, and I am frightened
Of the world that I would soon enter,
Wishing to hide under the cracked shells of my life,
Wishing to run away from all the pains of society.
I wish not to live up to expectations of the world
But expectations and wants is what comes of this world,
It never changes,
And I can never go back in time,
In order to correct wrongs and make better decisions for myself,
For the world is govern by the laws in which I must follow.
Though I have come out of my shell and finally living in this world,
Of expectations and changes,
There will always be this line that attaches me to my shell,
A shell full of sorrows, pains, despair and minimal happiness.
The string can never be detached,
I will always be held by the shell I once resided in,
But now I have been forced out,
The shell has been hatched,
Whatever comes about now,
Depends on how I decide to live.
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