I m a Rebel ...

They say...everytime n everyday...i have been doing good...

not me but happy they are...well...why not they should...

i played by their rules, to win predefined boring games...
followed the path engraved with their stupid old names...

there were lights but the goal's view was all so black...
had true fights, real opponents but victories all fake...

my own eyes, owned neither my sweet dreams nor my tears...
they setup my emotions, kept hold of my smiles and fears...

no songs or feets i danced with, were of my soul's choice...
it was not mine, not my written line, it was just my voice...

enough of this selfish love, sick i am of these caretakers...
let me write my life, leave blank now rest of its chapters...

i want to be in love, with ugly me, my mischieves, my peers...
to be stupid, to be a kid, to go wild, to party and do cheers...

don't dare stopping me now, stay away n let me forgive you...
reborn ghosts are dangerous to deal with, especially for you...