Please!
Just let me say one thing...
i want to get out and be free for just one day.
Trapped inside myself
my inhibitory impulses guard me from myself.
Why is there consideration?
Why is there expectation?
Why is there moderation?
i want to self-indulge and be myself
free for just a moment,
me for just a day.
Alas! Who am I?
My identity lost in the parameters of expectation.
The periphery of my life,
safeguarded by those who love me.
Love me for me?
Meagan Peters
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-be-me/
