Dreams Irony

When i was young
I dream of a perfect love.
As i look up to the sky,
i see myself having groom and being a bride.

Walking down the aisle
With too many petals of roses,
Clapping hands and true smiles
From my family, relatives and friends.

But the world seems like a roller coaster.
You can't control where path to go.
And here i am in the rainbow,
Thinking why am i here and feel sorrow.

Having identity crisis
Is not easy like a 1,2,3 then that's it.
Feeling like I'm not normal,
Feeling like I'm an immoral.

As time goes by, I go with the flow.
I let myself do what i have to do.
Surprisingly I found you and you let me grow,
For the things that i love to do.

Actually, I never thought to have you;
But i prayed for someone like you.
I never thought that God gave me you;
Because it's impossible to come through.

Now, my heart was fine
Even if I'm will never be a bride
Because i have you by myside
Supporting each other and we will survive.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
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