It's been a while that I'm with you,
but now I must leave and face what's true.
It's been a while that you've molded me,
right from my childhood to maturity.
I think back of the days when I'm still playing,
the days my head was just previously thinking.
I think back of the days of my ignorance.
If only time can turn back again just once.
Now it's time to look forward ahead.
With doubts and fears playing on my head.
"I'm not ready," the inner me said,
"Co'z I'm still a child and yes I'm afraid."
It's been a while that I'm with you,
now i just can't leave and face waht's true.
It's been a while and you're still molding me,
hoping that someday I will be free.
*i wrote this poem when i can't seem to face the world and i felt like im still a child and can't be a responsible person.
