I cannot come to terms with my own maturity.

My parents seem so proud of me.

My friends want to disown me.

My forehead screams: “Judge Thee”

What is happening to me?

Dedicate my life to things that don’t make me happy.

Sit and talk with strangers in fears of frailty.

All these people don’t relate to me.

Yet I feel habits incorporate destiny;

fate is a fortunate man’s grievance - 

and I want some new deliverance.

Instill a sense of free will in me;

maybe then I’ll finally break free.