It takes years to perfect an art, even then
there is still much to discover.
Life is a learning process tailored for the individual.
It takes courage to be different, but
no courage at all to be the same
in this constant, fighting game. Do not
let others define you, or you define yourself.
For that is a fault in all of us, our image becomes
important. Brainwashed into thinking,
branding takes precedence.
Half our life is spent, waiting for it to begin.
Planning every breath, every step taken.
A direct road, mapped out
is sensible; but getting lost
is half the fun. For an unorthodox route is just the
beginning of an adventure.
There are those that take pleasure in
spoiling another’s blank canvas.
Stripping it of identity.
An abstract painting in your eyes
lacks restriction, offers freedom
that you are reluctant to give.
You are the ultimate master
of control. Begrudging the growth
of dreams and imagination.
Gifted with a yielding mould and
passive nature to dominate
over. Your hands turn destructive.
Behind a translucent charade,
you’re the only one to blame. For
what a troubled little puppet
you have sculpted. Destined to live
the life of the generation
before. Mistakes made are displayed
as failures. Accomplishments are
failed to be met. This stops now!
I will not be crafted by you; or altered.
Cruel criticism means nothing; your acceptance means even
little and your disciplined organisation of life
will not affect me. You are ignorant
of any thought process alien to yours,
but try and hear this loud and clear!
I am not who I am,
nor who you think I am, but
who I want myself to become.
This poem was used in my Advanced Higher English Creative Writing folio. As of yesterday I received my results from my exams this year so I am now free to post this on my blog. This poem means an awful lot to me. After writing this, it was probably the first time I realised that creative writing was something that I wanted to pursue. As always, I would love any feedback and I thank you for your continued support.