Do I belong anywhere? This question echoes within me,
Torn between my mother's wishes and my own yearning plea.
She urges me to leave, marry a stranger to appease,
So they can find peace, while I'm left in unease.
Disappointment clings to me like a relentless shadow,
Love leaves me wounded, expectations a constant blow.
I give my heart freely, expecting nothing in return,
But slowly, my hopes shatter, and my soul begins to burn.
I feel like I'm living in a world of my own creation,
With dreams to chase, but no one to share my elation.
Support seems like a distant mirage in the haze,
And I'm left with a choice: myself or my parents' praise.
I know, deep down, I'll sacrifice my own desires,
For their happiness, I'll extinguish my inner fires.
But must I fade away, a ghost of who I used to be,
Unable to live fully, forever chained and never free?
Why can't my life be like the girl's on the fourth floor?
Her mother lets her flourish, while mine pushes me out the door.
She dreams of her future, the possibilities she'll explore,
While my parents just want me to settle and be "secure."
I belong nowhere, that feeling haunts my soul,
A nomad in my own life, my heart pays the toll.
Isn't there a place which I can finally call my home?
A place where I'm not an outsider, always alone?
These thoughts consume me, a relentless storm inside,
As I search for a place where I can reside.
But for now, I'll keep walking, seeking my own way,
Hoping to find belonging and brighter skies that will stay.