IF I WERE YOU
If I were you, just for once,
fervent would have been my life again for once.​
The day was sultry so was my mind,
despondent was me, day and night,
for what I am that pestered my mind.
If I could change, then for sure I might.
The past hangs a rope around my neck,
the present so numb, so yuck,
the scintillating future is my only hope,
where I dream of sitting happy with a pop.
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I use to foresee another ''I'' in me,
that used to be happy as a lad as me.
If I were you, just for once,
fervent would've been my life again for once.
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Others used to plague me for the way I am."
You are such a dumb, Oh you Liam!"
Those people were too non egalitarian,
to accept the flaws of a fellow Italian.
If I could be 'you'- the other Liam in me,
that others would cherish to see,
I would be over the moon for sure.
I could do whatever I've wanted more and more.
If I could be you-this thought is no longer,
tantalizing as I got the answer,
for what I longed for long was
the real ' I ' in me and not the 'you' in me.
If I am who I am, not just for once,
then life would become a painless reality, at least for once.
The 'me' in me gallivants about in me,
leaving behind traces of dreams and hopes.
If I were you just for once,
fervent would have been my life again for once.
I furtively noticed others around me,
their smiles and lies, their walks and talks.
Their expectations remain unchanged, for me,
still not ready to confront the 'me' in me.
I used to look into the mirror,
to see the other 'me' in me,
and pleaded to him, to be real like me,
but his silence seems to be a 'No' for me.
But one day, the 'me' in me came to me,
the feeling being too horrific for me to bear,
but he talked to me like someone dear,
whose puissant words finally set me free.
"You are alright, the way you are!", he said.
"You are unique, so are all.
Acceptance is the first lesson to be laid,
on one's mind, the mind of all.
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