Breaking Free

Trying to please everyone doesn't get you anywhere.

You say yes

They revolt

You say no

And someone’s hurt

You go up

You’re deemed ambitious

You go down

They’re happy

They order around

Pointing,

Turning you around in circles,

Blindfolding you from the truth,

Still you abide

Mute

Deaf

Blind

Others’ wishes hold you back

Like strings

Like shackles

Like metal cords

Playing their game

When you should be winning yours

Until you lose heart

And your own deterrence

Keeps you from the prize

Your dreams scattered

And theirs still intact

You pick up the pieces

Shattered beyond recognition

They point

They laugh

They turn you around in circles

They blindfold you from the truth

But this time you see

The darkness lifted off

Dream

Hope

Play the game again

Your newfound will binds the pieces once more

And maybe this time

The strings will fall.

Author's Note

reviews are welcome. interpretations too, if you have any.