Kwentujuan

Caged in Their Reflections

I’m trying to be someone I can’t become—
chasing a dream I never wanted to claim.
They tell me to dream big,
yet they’ve never reached their own.
Little did I know,
I am only a mirror of their past—
a reflection of the goals they could not hold.

I work on myself in shadows,
not for me, but because they told me to.
It’s a cycle—
endless demands, silent expectations—
shapes I cannot fit,
rules I do not understand,
yet my life bends to their will.

I wonder how this world turns.
I envy those who fly for themselves
while I fold my wings,
locked inside a cage
built from someone else’s fears.

Will this path end in freedom?
Or lead me to a life worth looking forward to?
O society—
of freedom and of chains—
are you truth, or just
a simulation of the life I wish to live?

-k