WHO I COULD BE

It could be what they expect from me.
She could smile all the time with her mouth open in a fearful happiness,
I could certainly try to please everyone and thus reduce myself to nothing.
I could.
I could pretend to accept everything by resignation of fate,
I could thank you and offer the other side.
Could.
But as a cruel joke I was made with a spirit full of rage, full of indignation.
So I could keep quiet and say it's okay.
But the blood that circulates in my veins, they say to be cold, great deception.
She could cry in secret, and that way no one would know.
But I scream and scratch the walls.
I tear my skin and cause astonishment.
Could be what they expect,
But I prefer not to.