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I want to be

a lot of things

they want me to be 

many things

a doctor

a lawyer

someone who has an impact on the world

or so they say

but can't someone as little as me

make a difference

without all these titles?

so who am I?

a doctor

a lawyer

but what do I strive to be?

why should I be someone else?

aren't you just happy with me?

What makes me, me?

do the people around me built up who I am?

does the past define one's self?

or am I a clone of societies ordeals and mother's lost dreams?

a doctor is good, they say

a lawyer is just, they say

what about what I say?

I have a voice in this, right?

Why can't I voice my opinions of my own future?

why must you build up these unreachable and foolish goals to make up for your own lost dreams?

healthcare always has a future?

then what of me?

will I always have a future?

surely not, if I keep on carrying the dead dreams of others.

Let me be me.

and you be you.

Simple is it not?

So, let it be true.

I will not be a doctor,

or lawyer.

I will follow my own dreams.

and not yours.

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