I'm going to step into adulthood officially in half a year’s time.
Yet the flashbacks of my life aren't happy.
Both as a teenager and a child.
I feel so trapped in my life.
I just want to live my life as I like.
But reality is different from dreams.
Why am I such an idealist?
Why am I so sensitive?
Why can't I forgive those who pushed me down?
Why can't I forget those who let me down?

Being fat has hurt my soul badly.
All those ridicules and comments I had to bear since young.
Is fat a sin just because I aren't your modern perception of beauty?
I feel so emotional again.
I want to learn how to dance, without anyone laughing at my clumsy moves.
I want to run in the tracks with the wind blowing on my face, without anyone laughing at how slow I am.

Being poor has deprived me of my thirst for knowledge.
I want to learn music and study arts, but I aren't got the money to indulge in such luxuries.
I want to travel to many countries..
Why are some born with a silver spoon yet I aren't?

I just want to be me.
I don't wanna care if anyone likes me or not.
I don't wanna care if anyone thinks I'm dumb or not.
I don't wanna care if I seem like a freak to you.

I don't dress for you.
I dress for myself.
Don't tell me if I'm underdressed, because you aren't worth my time to see me in my better clothes.

The older I am, the more weary I got.
Why give me the knowledge to comprehend, but not the courage to be oblivious?
Oblivious to your stares and smirks.