Poetry: Excuse Me?

Here's another one I found from year 2001 :-)

I wrote this short silly piece during those years when I was rebellious like the youngsters at that age and didn't like anything that didn't happen according to my will.
Excuse Me?

Whose life are you living? Whose life am I?
This ain't my life that I'm living. This ain't any lie.
We follow people; We act as they say.
Scared of being rejected; We follow their way.
I've got a world of mine, I've got a life too.
But who is this in me? I've got no damn clue.
Mom gives lectures, Dad asks boring things.
Now my brother commands me too; Ah, this world stings.

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