My Way

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Can you see me?

I’m smiling, blushing and giggling

Because of you

I… don’t think it is right for us to be so far a part

And can I just change the P.O.V for a moment?

 

Her?

With him?

What madness… isn’t she… smarter than that?

What nonsense

And wouldn’t everyone say such things about her that which if any of them were to be said in front of her or her family, she, along with them, would be very humiliated?

Why is she doing this to herself and her… her being?

Doesn’t she see the damage she’d cause to herself?

But listen…

Not now, child

We’re too busy making up your fate

Listen to us, for a change

We know, we’ve experienced it far more liberally than you’d ever get a chance to

Well, I may not be experienced, but I’m sure if I tried…

Tried?

And failed?

My dear, if you failed, what are we to say to the others who’ll come flocking outside your window, wanting to know why you’ve done this to yourself?

But I won’t fail; have you no faith in me?

Faith, darling, is to be possessed only by our Lord, it is he who makes miracles

But we (the minority) can, as well, if we try

Trying is for peasants and everyone else who’s lower than us

So what then, you just… want us to just sit around and wait till we’re old enough to get married, is that it?

If everyone thought like you, my dear, there’d be no debates whatsoever

BUT I DON’T THINK AS SUCH, I DO NOT THINK AS YOU DO, I HAVE ALREADY FOUND MY HAPPINESS, AND I AM WILLING TO DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO HAVE HIM BY MY SIDE EVERY MORNING WHEN I WAKE UP

Who?

Him?

What is he?

What is he but a lowly stable boy?

Maybe I like stable boys, and maybe we’ll run off together, somewhere far; where no one’ll find us

You will do no such thing, you will stay here, under my guidance, and I will shape you into the most finest of brides

You’d do that; let my happiness rot?

Let my soul crumple up; shrivel into nothingness?

You’d turn me into the warped conception of joy and wonderment you have in your head?

What is warped is that you have the nerve to question everything in this whole entire world

Well maybe questions are what we need, maybe it’d do us good if we started asking for once instead of nodding in rhythm to everybody’s’ warped words, maybe we’d understand better if we asked questions, maybe asking a question isn’t as bad as you brought me up to believe it was

 

 

Asking questions doesn’t make you a asky-ally

Or a proddy-polly

Asking questions clears up the misconception

And the lies that you’ve heard

Asking questions also gives you a glimpse of who you are

Who you’d like to be

And who you were

If you get an answer that you don’t like

Concerning religion, for example, you don’t have to … abide by it

You take it or leave it

 

I felt as if a boulder was taken from my chest

I feel lifted

I feel happy

Because I have my happiness

And he’s so close, I can almost touch him

I wish to

My fantasies are becoming bigger

I wish to live in them

My fantasies

That is where we can live in

My fantasies

They can protect us

Until somebody pops it with a needle from reality