Tortured Passion
My passion is music,and it' forever my dream,
But I cannot follow it, because I'm scared I might scream.
My mind say it's unrealistic, and I would never suffice,
But when was I ever asking its advice?
So now I continue doing something I don't completely hate,
Chemistry, BIO, and studying till its late.
But I often find myself, trying to beg and plea,
Asking myself, "Why can't you just let me do me!"
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