Tag: longing

by Lucy M. Young

If only I could run away somewhere
And be myself for just a little while
I wonder what I would be like.
Would I be gay and charming,
Or quiet and reserved?
Would I be kind and gentle, lovable and loving,
Or bitter, hard, unscrupulous and wicked?

I think I know.
I'd be just what I want to be, and nothing more nor less -
A woman.
I'd laugh a lot, and cry enough to keep a tender heart,
Love without restraint.
I would be good, but not too good,
And neither would I be too bad.
I'd be a bit mischievous, too,
But always quick with sympathy, a helping hand.
I would be gentle, understanding, kind.
Your heart would be my home.

Grim circumstance has forced an act upon me
Where I must lie, pretend, deceive - and smile.
By doing this I'm making someone happy,
But what of me?
I hate dishonesty.
I am the star in this - the melodrama of my life.
Where is it leading me?