Protest

Years of Vibrance, it's meant to be.
But, where is the vibrance?
Years of Fun and Thrill, it's meant to be.
But, where is my fun and thrill?
Years of Fulfilment, it's meant to be.
But, where is the sense of fulfillment?

Years, Flashed in the Twinkling of an Eye.
Me, Still Standing at the Start of the Journey.
Years, Filled With Ongoing Happenings.
Me, Walked Through the Path Without Any Understanding.
Years, Flew Past Without Waiting.
Me, Still Praying for Miracles Back Then, Back There.
Years, Never Can Return.
Me, Still Struggling to Hold On. To No Avail.

Years, I Wanted to Live for Myself.
Yet Me, Pulled Back By Who I Expected Myself to Be
Years, I Wanted to Carve a Future For Myself.
Yet Me, Landed Myself in a big Dump.
Years, I Wanted to Fill With Colourful Days.
Yet Me, And All Just Ended Up In a Mess.

Now,
I am being who I am destined to be...
Alongside with what I am supposed to do...
But how many people knows,
This is so far from who I wanna be...
With what I wanna do...

Well, yet what can I do?