Monday, July 13, 2009

Vicarious Imprisonment

***"We live inside the dreams of others. We might be imprisoned in them."***


Am i good enough for you yet? You want my best, the best for me,
well you've got it. I've never given less. Nor have i received an abhorrent existence. But it never feels like enough.

A lack of acknowledgement unless in gloating and cutting down your
peers. Don't use my passion to praise your parenting style.

I may be your progeny but i'm not you and your dreams are
most certainly not mine. Choose someone else to use. My dreams are
my own invention.

Am i good enough yet?

You won't witness my self-destruction. You can't stop me from
falling apart. Because my tears are on display for no one but God and even
then

I turn away.

You can't keep me from falling apart because you won't
hear about it. You won't witness my self-destruction. Am i

Good enough for you
yet?



Perhaps the better question is this: Am i good
enough for myself yet?

1 comment:

J said...

Answer the last question. What does good enough for yourself (and not your parents or anyone else) look/feel/taste/smell like? How can you hold yourself accountable to YOU and not someone else?