Dream
I have a lot of dreams,
But why is making others happy more supreme.
Why cant I do what I want to,
All I think about is impressing you.
You, the society , my family , my friends,
I don't think their desires will ever end.
When I want to be an actor,
My family tells how about doctor?
How about being a chef?
Are you seriously deaf?
Don't you get it ?
Its not a stable job stupid.
Sometimes I think is it even my life,
Cause all I'm doing is listening to other people's advice.
When will I start following my dreams and my passion,
Or is it going to remain a dream?
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PoetryMy poems(rhyming poems) are mostly targeted to a human being that has made me happy, sad or something that affected my life in any way and some are completely random ones :P This is my first try at poems......Don't think I'm good just giving it a s...
