A B C D,
What will I end up to be?
Will I get a reaction?
In order to get some affection?
Get into an elite school
Where you can get to uni...
But how intellectual will it make me
To become the next prime minister or even a musician in a fantasy
It's only the world versus me
But yet I have no hope
To decide what I want to be
Through this catastrophe that is stuck within around me…
‘100% is what it takes’
But does my mum think,
It will help motivate me with this pen filled with ink?
Success equals the rights
However, it soon later attacks me back with a violent bite.
I don’t know which path to take
Yet this though and difficult situation will result in a heartache.
The goal to be a major is stabbing me violently
And has made the things I care about in life go away so silently…
How long will it take?
Why must I wait?
The theory behind this stress
Is just like playing a game of chess.
Doctor, Lawyer, Accountant, Professor…
Does this all equal to becoming a successor?
Limited choices that won’t even let me think big,
And yet I feel like this society is all rigged.
However, just because I may be different
It doesn’t mean I’m not me
Because on the inside I am free
From the enclosure that is keeping me.
I may not be top notch
Or even have an IQ of 233
But I want to be what I want to be
Since it will please me in this society
Let me be an artist or even a baker
Because that is my passion
And what I feel correlates to me.
Yes, I may be making the wrong choice to people
But don’t judge me when I don’t judge you
Since in this reality it's just us getting ready to debut.