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Forced Paths

Forced Paths

They want me to be something else,
To follow a path that's not my own.
They say it's for my future's sake,
But all I feel is so alone.

I have dreams of colours and light,
Of painting the world in my own way.
But they see it as a foolish whim,
A childish dream that won't stay.

They talk about careers and plans,
Of things that make no sense to me.
They don't see the art in my hands,
Or the passion that sets me free.

They're pushing me into a mould,
One that's stiff, boring, and cold.
But all I want is to create,
To chase a dream I can't let go.

It's hard to fight against their will,
To stand up for what I know is true.
But every time I try to speak,
They brush it off, say I'll outgrow.

I wish they'd see what I feel,
That this dream is real, not just for show.
But until then, I'll keep it close,
And let my art be the way I grow.