I smile at them,
They seem happy,
I'm a mother, I hate cooking,
but they love to eat,
I'm a father, I hate my job,
but they respect me for my money,
I'm a husband, I hate my wife,
but they envy me for my "perfect" marriage,
I'm a son, I hate my subject,
but they think I'm going to be a "big" man by studying this,
I'm a daughter, I hate the idea of marriage,
but they throw the phrase "settle in life" at me,
I'm a man, I hate myself for it,
but they seem to love me,
I'm a woman, I hate watching soaps,
but they've branded me a "soap maniac",
I love to live on my terms,
but I want to keep them happy,
I think they are happy, but are they?
Am I losing touch with myself in this process?
They call me "perfect",
I know I'm not,
So why don't I stop?