Amprenta

I just realised... it will never be enough... I'll never be how you want me to be... I'll never be what you want me to be... and I know, that it is impossible for me to become as you wish      but that does not mean that it does not hurt to see that you are not proud of me. As my conscience tries to heal my soul to rebuild the self I just wonder:       what more do you want? I'm a strait A student, I'm respectful, I do everysthing wright I was the best child, the tamed teenager, the perfect daughter and, it is not, yet, enough... Everyone wants me to change...  

I... I'll change... I'll be different... don't know how... I'll build a better wall of glass around me... I'll fight to show that I'm made of steel, I'll never show my wounds, I'll be me just in my dreams... in dreams I can create a world in which you would never need a wall of glass...

...dreams of a life that was never meant to be a quest 'till the end of everything... searching for a single trace that you were, are, or  will be... waiting for the sign I was promised from the begining of all... with what end some would ask... for my soul to be in peace, for my torment to stop, for my eyes to finally close, for my lips to be touched by yours... to step in the night of my life... that is what I long for...