Still Sleeping

I’m sorry

for my silly truth,

having no other way to be

and having the wisdom of the youth.

I would change my root,

that makes me, me.

I’ll be mute,

while you tell me who to be.

You’re my idol,

I’ve followed you like a bible;

Please, tell me lies

and don’t flood my eyes!

Just fulfil my goal

and tell me your heart doesn’t hate my soul.

I hate traditional poems, like this one,

but please lie and say it’s a decent one.