I don't really want to be your friend
I don't want to be your support system
or the one who gives advice
I don't want the responsibility
of calling to check in on you
and I don't want these heavy pants,
the ones you've never dared to don yourself
they are far, too big for me
I am not angry, I promise you -
just very tired, of playing a role
that was never meant for me
You were to be the father and I the child
a premonition that never came to pass
the oracle must have been quite confused
Because, if our relationship were a movie
every day would be freaky Friday
a father-offspring role swapping curse
or maybe I'd be Wendy in Neverland
attempting to raise the childish Peter Pan
Enough!
I never signed up to be an actress
and this movie is too painful to watch
I wish I could turn the channel
and re-write the lines in this script
instead, I keep waiting for a happy ending
but this, is a never-ending story
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem