Agony

I had wonderful memories of my childhood,
Innocent, lively, free of worries.
Everything seems to come easy and naturally,
Even the good grades which i dont remember fighting for.
11 was the happiest year of my childhood,
As an elementary student.

Stepping into a new school,
Different compound,
Learning new things,
Making new friends.
For the first year i brought along my character,
However i discovered i was slowly blending in and losing myself.
I am who you want me to be,
Not what I want to be.
16 now and time for me to go,
But im at a loss,
Because i have lost myself
During my teenage years.

Make new friends,
Lost the old.
Ventured into new areas,
Enrolled into a course that was practical.
Ups and downs,
Again I blend in.
Teenage life ended,
Stepping into adulthood and their harsh working world,
I'm 19.

Regrets, I have,
But what i gained from that 'mistake',
Outweighs the regrets.
I chose to tie myself to something i hate,
And now im struggling to get over and done with.
Still in the midst of the fucking course,
Im 22, and when will i be done?

I aint getting younger,
I have tons and tons of things i want to achieve.
I want to travel round the world,
I want to live life without family burden,
I want to live on my own,
I want to be disconnected with everyone.
I want everything that I'm not having right now.

I'm not going to waste my youth.
I want to be accomplished by 25.
I want to do what I like for a living.
I have no idea where Im going,
I do hope that I can be soon out of this maze.
I want to be who I really am......

Too Clever?

We invent things that make our lives easier,

We invent words that make our heads bigger.

When we can just be of two genders,

We discover gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender.

Now that we have come up with the names,

Next comes who to be thrown into the flames.

I may be honest and proud to admit,

but my parents’ sobbing for I’m an inhuman wretch.

You mention there’s free will now,

in this modern world,

but when I come clean,

I’m not given equality.

Did you view this would happen when you thought of the words?

Did you realise the hurt that would be inflicted?

Then I shall not deem you as clever,

For we are a bunch of fools who let ourselves get hurt and confused,

When the ones we care are being labelled.

Wishful Thinking

During leisure, I would play the piano or the violin,

I will flaunt my newly learnt tongue during high tea.

Wherever I go

I am chauffeured,

Whatever I need

it would be bestowed.

The institution I go to reflects wealth and reputation,

Everybody knows my family’s business succession.

The young ones would dream.

Retiring early without worry

for I am blessed with wealth beneath.

My moppet has grown and achieved much in life

and thus I am constantly under the limelight

There is no denial that I am under envy from many

for my young one has done me proud tremendously.

My duty is done

or this I dream