This poem is about fighting with the world , kind of me against the world to let me be free and do what i think is right cause that is what will make me happy.
They say that the fruit of patience is really sweet,
but I seem to have no patience of late.
It's like I suddenly know what's ahead,
bitter truth is so much better,
than a poison of lie really sweet.
I am done waiting for the sweet dreams,
dreamt by you to come true.
So done waiting cause now I've realized
It was never my dream but yours;
which was too good for me and you.
So please let me have a dream of my own,
a dream not as cool as yours
but something with which I can live through.
It may not be perfect like yours,
but enough to keep me happy in a world of my own.