A soul which was misguided by voices of others,
A mind which never heard what its heart wants,
An effect of unbearable noise or the pressure,
Anyways it is now not relevant anymore,
As the past had had its mark on the present,
Always reminding its scars all over again,
All in fear of something I might become,
All in anticipation of what I am capable,
All in prediction of what change can do to me,
From a boy trying to learn in fear amidst the noise,
To a boy who feared himself the most,
Almost to the level where hate,
Became the normal reaction to oneself,
Where imagination stopped thinking about future,
Then came the moment, where I have embraced change,
Like my life depended on it,
Like the others feared, it has changed me,
Into a person who can now filter their noise,
With his own voice, Living his little life nice,
On his own terms and choice.