Soo many voices screaming π±
You have to achieve something before you die
You have to make it in life
You have to be recognised when gone
You have to this,
You have to thatπ€¦π€¦π€¦
Everyone has an opinion π€· π
Soo many advices
Soo many mouths
With soo many directions π© π«
If it's not about you being rich then,
It's about you getting married to the rich man in town
If it's not about you being useful
Then,it's about you being useless
What a society we haveπ€¦π€¦
Parents expecting more from you
Siblings wishing you provide them with smiles
Society criticising
Strangers also judging
What else is left
Choosing careers for you without considering your strength πͺ
Every mouth thinks he's β
οΈ right
Forcing your soul to do what he never thought of doing π― π
And pushing π«Έ you to make decisions you never sat to make
Who's β
οΈ right
Others comparing you to others because of numbers they made on a paper
Forgetting grades are just numerals
They can't determine who you will be tomorrow
Respecting others because they started seeing monies
π° π€ πΈ early
The sad truth here is,
They can misplace all those monies in seconds through their childish thought π€£ π
White jobs are the best π π π says both the small and big π π lips
Not considering those local jobs as crucial ones too
At the end ,the seamstress makes money π° π€ πΈ more than the lab technician in a day
Everyone wanna be a scholar
But if all were to be scholars, who would spend money seeking for ideas π‘ π€ π
Must all be intelligent
Absolutely a zero
There must be a fool for a wise to impact knowledge π€ π into his big head
Not a wise to advise a wise
All those voices screaming must π π© learn to speak at the right time not at the wrong moment
The end
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