With the confidence that you would support me, with the confidence that you would never let me and my decisions down, I stepped into no mans land. Yes it was full competition out there- competition in all sorts of fields. I want to top in one. I desperately want to top in one. You say all that you support me. You say all that you would love to see me achieve my dreams. And you support upto some extent like how you said.
I built dreams, I hoped for many things, I planned many things- I spent my time to build my character. Yes I am totally into it- and finally when the time arrives when I need to enter that phase- why do you feel uncomfortable? When you knew you would feel uncomfortable, why did you comfort me with a lie? I could have taken bitter truth- but this is now breaking my legs once I learnt how to walk.
If you had so problem in me being in that field, you could have stopped me from entering into those dreams. I seriously do not know what do I do now. There are untold tears, which will never see a day light, and do you even know the pain of having them? This is more like back stabbing, where you will accept for everything and not accept in real.
Why do you boast about my interest in that field among all when you actually do not like it? And why did you comfort me by accepting what all I've requested? Why did you make me feel whatever I am doing- I was correct?
This is like sleeping on gravel bed, the numbness at mouth and tears which flow from eyes as soon as the child falls from swing and the swing pad hits him from the back- totally unexpectedly. This is like putting sword straight on to the heart, and rotating it about its own axis. The stomach shows its uneasiness due to this, the head gets attacked by imaginary needles all of a sudden.
I don't care what others think of it and I don't even give a damn on what they actually speak about me. All I am concerned is about you, me and my dreams.
Independence is all I ask, is it too much to get?
I built dreams, I hoped for many things, I planned many things- I spent my time to build my character. Yes I am totally into it- and finally when the time arrives when I need to enter that phase- why do you feel uncomfortable? When you knew you would feel uncomfortable, why did you comfort me with a lie? I could have taken bitter truth- but this is now breaking my legs once I learnt how to walk.
If you had so problem in me being in that field, you could have stopped me from entering into those dreams. I seriously do not know what do I do now. There are untold tears, which will never see a day light, and do you even know the pain of having them? This is more like back stabbing, where you will accept for everything and not accept in real.
Why do you boast about my interest in that field among all when you actually do not like it? And why did you comfort me by accepting what all I've requested? Why did you make me feel whatever I am doing- I was correct?
This is like sleeping on gravel bed, the numbness at mouth and tears which flow from eyes as soon as the child falls from swing and the swing pad hits him from the back- totally unexpectedly. This is like putting sword straight on to the heart, and rotating it about its own axis. The stomach shows its uneasiness due to this, the head gets attacked by imaginary needles all of a sudden.
I don't care what others think of it and I don't even give a damn on what they actually speak about me. All I am concerned is about you, me and my dreams.
Independence is all I ask, is it too much to get?
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