acidic burns the skin that connects me to my parents.

Anger curses through my veins
volumes pumped in out my heart
who is there to pull the reins
when my actions begin to start.

Prejudistic views have they
Upon no back do they posess
Ive tried before to begin to say
what went wrong with all this mess.

Innocent in a corner she knows not there
and fought a helpless with no voice
how ever can this fight be fair
when the oponent has no choice.

Im shouting but they never hear
im whispering but think i shout
im calling out but i fear
they dont even know what this is all about.

Neanderthols i compare to thee
because your reason has no point
your speech is never directed at me
as if i aspire to disapoint.

you'll see.

kill me now.

it seems that when the topic of my future pops up, we all go into a frenzy.

i know i dont know what i want to do.

but at least im ok with that.

i have time to sort my life out.

and whats wrong with having a dream?

whats wrong with not wanting to be in it for the money?

why cant i have a dream of having a job i love?

oh yeah cos my parents say so.

its ridiculous.

absurd.

its my life not yours.

i am the one that is going to have to live it.

not you.

so bug out.

leave me to my own mistakes.

at least ill learn from them.

im sitting there in the room full of people shouting at me what i should do.

what i shouldnt.

what ive done wrong.

all telling me what path i should follow.

because secretly deep down that what they wanted to do.

but didnt.

but couldnt.

well shouldnt i be the judge of whether i do or not?

it will be my money after all.

you'll all see.

when im there.

older with a career i love.

and sufficiently.

and content.

then you'll see.