Crashing My Dream
My dream is to be a writer,
But you want me to be a doctor.
Before, I had wanted to be a singer,
But as always you shushed me with one finger.
So I started to hide my real personalities
My real needs of facilities.
Then you found out,
And blocked me from the out side world.
Made me look like a lout
By taking my phone, laptop, I Pad
And all things that helped me and inspired me.
You said it is protection,
But I can't see how,
Taking somebody's dream
Can be positive to them.
You said I lied to you,
While in reality,
you blocked me from what I really want.
How did you expect me to give up on my dream,
That had been with me for years?
I got mad,
And I wanted to run away from the house.
I thought that there would be somebody
Anywhere that will help me,
but then I thought about it,
If my own mother is against me
How would somebody else be with me?
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