Demolishing my aspirations,
Who were you to inflict such scar?
A little dream I dreamt for my own
You had to toss it afar.
Was it jealousy or a superiority complex?
Or a constant need to feed your own narcissism;
But why am I the hamster
Of your experimentalism.
The very shoulder you promised to lift,
Now you trample upon.
I take flight with broken wings, knowing
I’m neither yours nor my own.
I didn’t become a sculpture of your desired carving,
Nor have I learnt to captain my ship.
Torn between the both, I’ve become a creation,
A misfit, which this world gives a slip.