I live a life of simple chores,
never needing or wanting anything more,
Why is it then that the people that come my way,
always expect me to turn around and change,

Do I not live the way the normal do?
Do I not seem happy in the way others are too?

Why must I always be the one to conform,
to change my life to suit anothers scourne,

I now tired of the hurt this brings,
of the pain of not being what one wants me to be,

Have come to the conclusion that I cannot go on,
living the way you need me to conform,

And so the choice it is sad you see,
for not once have I heard you say you'd conform to me,
Tell me why it is that I must sacrafise my life,
to please your heart, your mind, to applease you from your strife,

I have tried with blinded eyes,
to please and love you all this time,
only to find that in the end,
nothing can change the ways of this man.
                                       Angel.L.S