This is the sad story of my life
One that needs telling
The world need hear it
Cause I can't keep it anymore
Virtue and principles was I brought up with
Appreciating little and smiling a gratitude
Loving all and hating none
Ignorance is bliss they say
It truly was
I knew not but I know it is
Overprotectiveness from parents, great may be
But it compounds ignorance
Ignorance may be bliss, trust me
But it’s the worst destruction personified
Overprotectiveness is like a cover, a veil
But what lies beneath the cover?
So this was what I knew before
Until I escaped the watchful parental eye
I had my own choices to make
My own life to live,
Sometimes I’ll hear my father’s voice
Cautioning in the corner of my mind
Saying, ‘ you’re responsible for the choices you make’
But my straying youthful instincts
Would no doubt lead me on
But do you know what it made of me?
A beast, an ugly one
The virtuous, principled girl
Now a careless money lover
Caring not for manners nor morals
Is that what it should be?
Sometimes in my calmness I ask
The beast I’ve become
I don’t know how many people know
That ugly beast in me
But it scares me, myself
I really don’t know
How or when I evolved to that
But all I want now
All I ever and would ever want
Is my old self
The real and true me.
Virtuous, sweet and principled.
Source:WWW.SEEBGH.COM |Prisca Woedem Abodakpi|Regent university, 2016
