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The more you are in my face, my mind frees me.
The more you harp on it, thicker yet are my earplugs.
The more you run me down, more determined I am to stand up.
The more you torment me, higher and stronger emotional walls I build.
The more you point your finger at me, do realise that 4 are pointing back at you.
The more you scream Respect Me,my inner voice says not if I want to have peaceful dreams.
The more you chant Be Like Me, I ask you hypocrite, do you claim to be like you preach?
The more you say Do It My Way , I will ingeniously find a way to do it another way.
The more you claim fair play, my yearning to play on a different field grows.
The more you say I Sayang You, the more disgusted I get, my skin crawls.
The more you push me higher, I am double checking my parachute.
The more you say you know me, I roll my eyes and say 'Oh please!'
The more you open up to me, I step back in fear of the what I see.
The more you come after me, the further I will flee.
The more you say Love me, I scream Release Me

Yes...just Release me...

Shylaja William
1 Nov 2009