"My Passion"

(This poem was made out of my confusion whether I should take up Mass Communication or Nursing as my course in college)

"My Passion"

This is my passion,
and this is what I want to be.
This is where I'm happy,
and here is where my best will be.

I never want to leave this passion,
and I will never give it up.
But this is not what they want me to be.
Why of all people it's them who should not agree?

When I was a child,
I never thought of this passion.
But as I'm getting matured
I'm having a realization of what I really want to be.

I'm not sure if this will give me a good future,
but they are sure that this will not and so to them.
But I can never do things that I never want to do,
is it hard to understand?

I'm in a democratic place,
but someone's controlling my decisions.
I'm not against them and to their ideas,
but can I have my freedom for just once?

If God will let me stay here in my passion
Then I'll be glad for I have my passion and a good future.
But if God will choose what they want,
I'd still be glad for it will give them a good future.

But it's hard to give up your passion
over something that you don't want to be,
but if it will make them happy and proud
Will I really have to give up my passion?

"An Adolescent"

(This was made when I was a teenager, of course, just look at the title :P, and we all know that being in that stage of life is very confusing, it's also the stage that we start to realize so many things about reality. So here's a poem I made during my adolescent year)

"An Adolescent"

I'm not a child anymore

and day by day I'm learning more

I have realized many things

and I'm starting to be independent

sometimes I cry quietly

with no definite reason

or maybe with so many reasons

how long can I still hold on?!

sometimes I wish Peter pan is true

a boy who can bring me to a far away place

a place where problems are not allowed

a place where my dreams can come true.

if that boy is real

and asks me to go fly with him

and if he'll take me to never land

I would be willing to be his Wendy

because I know in that place

there's nothing to worry about

and even hook can't harm me

because that boy will protect me

and when I think of happy thoughts

I will surely fly and touch the clouds

and my dreams will come true by just believing on them.

but I am not Wendy!

and never land is not true

and a boy named peter pan does not exist

it's just a story for children

and I have to be matured

so goodbye Peter pan,

goodbye Neverland

I have to face my reality..