Walking along the streets, Dirt in my hair,
Walking past people. Who just look at stare.
I had such a good idea, Knew what to do with me,
But one thing was the problem. My lovely family.

Barred me from my dreams. Wasn't good enough they said,
Where they right?Wrong or right. I think in my head.
I wanted to be someone, No idea of my dreams,
Now I learnt the hard way.
Life
Isn't
What
It
Seems.