Shedding Old Masks
The tradition must go on, And I am the one who must suffer, Tossing and turning endlessly, Just to satisfy the needs of narcissists. I no longer want to play this role; I’ve had enough, it’s time to make things clear, For I won’t waste my life Catering to their sick egos. I have skills, talents, and dreams; I won’t sacrifice a single moment to squander them, Because I’ve worked harder than anyone else To get where I am today. It hurts that no one sees this, That no one recognizes my efforts – Even when I share them openly with so-called friends, They ruthlessly turn into enemies. Strangers show more kindness and understanding; They don’t worry about being affected by their flaws or mine. And I have the luxury of honing my craft Just as I wish, on my own terms, While adapting it to the mainstream. I hope that one day, all of this will matter, Flourished into another Wonderful entity Meaningful not just to me.
