Merely be me

When ever will I be free,
to merely be me?
I face so much sorrow,
in this false tomorrow.
Selling my soul for others to hear.
My bird call ever so near.
But my voice is wearing thin.
Why can't I ever win.
Their hearts are craving more,
as I stare at the floor.
Never will it be fine,
this weary heart of mine.
For I sell my soul's song
all day and night long.
As I drain myself dry,
still I wonder why.
All the money in the world,
can't make my fingers so tightly curled,
express the words of my heart.
I'm afraid that my art,
can never be free,
because no one will agree,

that I should merely be me.

Reviews

[Zayir]

It's hard to be free when all you want to do is appease everyone. That's why those who don't care are typically happier. Selling your soul for money or attention is never worth it. It's better to be you, cause that is authentic, that's something you can't fake.

Much Love

[dementedreality]

Pretty on point. Here's the poem this was a reflection of.

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/catiekeller9/2047007/