Mama, do you know who i am?
because i do not.
i'm different than i used to be...
but you coulnd't notice this knot.
I once had as many dreams as i had friends
but you diminished both
with just a wave of your hand.
"You will not become some actress,
you won't achieve your silly dreams,
honey, comeback down to reality,
let us resew your seams..."
I had lost my friends and who i am
but the best thing is
you do not give a damn.
You are morphing me into who you want to be
but why can't you see...
i just want to be me?
You have places my life on a monitor
for all to see
your percfect protege
who just is not me.
I'm used to show