You didn't get it? Neither did I.

I dream of a land faraway
Astray from society, away from reality
I'm not allowing myself to be another statistic
Nor a citizen of what people thinks is a country
I'm not being pessimistic
But what exactly do they mean by it?
How can we own one land and call it home
When all of it we can own
But no, people think mindlessly
Conforming to society
Trying to be fed by what they're informed
But that's not how I work
I don't do well with norms
For I recall that this piece of land was for everybody
And I have every right to own what belongs to me
Apparently I am on my own
Outnumbered by people struggling to work hard
To buy that place they want to call home
I am much happier alone
For I found my home
My heart is my home.
I dream of a land faraway from society
Where no one has to fight over land
Which was theirs all along.

18

This is something I started to write before my 19th birthday and I never got the chance to finish it. Now, here's my attempt to put words together.

Looking back, what happened really?
18 years just went by so quickly
Not too old, but kind of wise
Seen many things, heard numerous lies
Taught a lot but learned nothing at all
Did some right but mostly wrong
But who could judge?
I'm not gonna live for too long
For me to fit into your society, or live dully
Just to make you happy
No, that is not how I want me to be
I've seen you cry because of the way I am
But you surmise that I listen to all lies
That I've been told since I was a five
And trust me I survived
I think for myself, maybe not wisely
But I think for myself, for I am me.
That 18 years were spent on believing
That both of you had each convincing stories to tell
And accusations to make
But I guess I was old enough to realize
Who really made mistakes.
I don't blame anyone for how I turned out to be
I just wish that one day you would see,
I may not be the perfect little girl who'd keep on listening
To every bullshit you keep on giving me.