Now I am Seventeen
there is something bugging me
where I am going
what I am doing
I don't know what to do
I can't put things together as I want to
people around me gave me advice
with such creepy voice
And all of there shit
they didn't stop it
they gave me suggestions
with so much sarcasm
And as I felt so bad
I asked my dad
Dad what I should become?
He told me with smile
Whatever you want to become child
Whatever you want to
without sadness, without sorrow
I told my dad
That I want to become like you tomorrow
*it's something connected to me as I turned 17 I get anxious because I had no idea what I want to do in future well my dad helped me so, I wrote this poem for him*
