"Behest"
At someone else’s behest
I confess
My life is filled with regret
I feel compresses
Can not express, why I am so upset
Without expression, I feel oppressed
Oppressed and transgressed
I want my best
Where is the rest
Heavy burdens upon my breast
Molest
I guess at the inquest
I leave all that is picturesque
Self-love I learned to ingest
Then I know my greatness, forgive my lateness
Behold greatness.
Poem by Ananda