Is there something else to this life that I am living?
All I desire is to feel self-fulfilled. 
And yet I would,
if I were free to follow my desire in the harsh light of day. 

But, I am not.

I feel like a puppet,
Forced to do only what others expect of me,
Driven by the fear of disappointing those I love.

But it will never be good enough. 

How long will this pupper show continue?

At night I am kept awake by the regret I feel. 
I fall asleep to the thought:
"I would have been good...I would have been great."

From now on, 
it will be different.

From now on, 
I will walk my own path. 

From now on, 
I will define who I am.

From now on, 
I WILL be great. 

And it will be awesome.