Don't Ask Me What I Want To Be
Don’t ask me what I want to be
I probably won’t answer
I have been conditioned to reply
A simple “I don’t know”
Once upon a time I’d have a smile for you
A colossal one at that
My answer was true
Immediate and sincere
But now it is not that clear
Initially I did not notice
Their faces when they heard my response
But my blindfold eventually fell
I saw the light from what once was night
I told them “I want to act!”
As acting is my passion
But the constant response
Was unnerving
They’d laugh, scoff, smirk, or sigh
I’d tell myself what they think does not matter
But it does
It does matter
I tried to keep myself objective
I knew they did not understand
But it’s easier to say nothing
Then to defend your future plans
So for now I’ll keep silent
One day I’ll show them they were wrong
I’ll stand alone upon the stage
And prove that’s where I belong