Unpublished

because you get to a point where you're not sure what is what.

UNPUBLISHED

I have grown desperate
Realizing life is here, it is time
To make bullshit a daily routine
Bullshit before I could avoid
But now it's for breakfast, daily bread
The bullshit tucks you in at night

Am I not entitled to a decision?
To choose the age of innocence,
Over monthly bills and the commute?

Allow me a chance, to grow
And do not yet ask me who I am
What little I know, I expose
An open book for you to read
In a script I am yet to understand
Please, describe me to myself

Sign your name in my pages
And write your chapter, like my mother
A hard worker, honest living
Or my bullshit father I'd give the world for
Those are stories worth telling

I need this time, to wait
For the day I am free
Of expectations, forein pressures
When I will need no co-author
When my book will be shut
And my eyes can speak for me