Undefined: No Turning Back
I hope someday my parents would be proud of me,
Cause I’m tired everyday felling trying to be,
To be that someone I can prove who I am,
Is this really what I want to become?
Believe it or not, I am this jolly.
But deep inside me, questioning, “how can I make my parents happy?”
Burden I feel, they don’t push to me,
I just want to prove something for their sacrifice of me.
But how can you prove yourself?
Finding a way to do that has never been easy,
Now I’m still figuring out… I’m on third already.
Why is having decision this hard to be, really?!
Just like how I wrote this poem,
I still don’t know where I want to go,
So many paths ahead of me,
Is this really what I want to be?