poem written in envy of lizards |
As I stare at the ceiling, Seeing lizards eating the insides of other insects I can’t help but indulge in some wishful thinking. I wish life could be much more simpler, and less complex. I wish to go back to the time I was young, When all I did was eat, cry, and urinate anywhere. And when I got mad, I’d stick out my tongue, Running around, breaking all the chinaware. Recently, I turned nineteen. And I can’t accept the fact that, I’m living my last year of being a teen. Don’t tell me, I know, I’m not a baby, I’m not a brat! But can you blame me? I’d rather go back to the womb of my mother. I wish mommy and ‘him’ never sat down under the mahogany tree, And sun their whole world the wrong way together. I wasn’t supposed to be born, It was a mistake that I survived. But they chose for the pregnancy to go on, So I was born, kicking and alive. I don’t remember much of my childhood, Except that it was a lonely one. I was over-protected, one could conclude, But I often escaped o have some fun. As I grew and grew, I learned some vices, shenanigans or so. But I couldn’t dare o be untrue, To a family who has watched and made me grow. And so I do my best in everything, Giving all that I could afford to lose. And I kept on trying and achieving, Chasing away my family’s blues. Now here I am, wishing I was never born, Just because I can’t stand the pressure anymore. I’m afraid, I’m tattered, and I’m torn. I don’t want to fail; I want to give them much, much more… So I guess, I’ll just have to do my best, And not mind the throb in my chest. I’ve got loads of work to do. And though sometimes I get tired too; For my family, I’ll repay you in my own simple way. I don’t know where I’m going but I’m on my way. Oh, Lizard! Lucky you! |