Dear Society,
I almost had the perfect “height” for your so-called marriage requirements,
Wonder if that is what people look for each these days.
I almost had the perfect grades
So that I could finally chase
A life, I would succumb to live.
I almost managed to live up to your unrealistic expectations (or perhaps not?)
Making me wonder if girls are the ones who need to control their sensations.
I almost managed to secure the perfect package,
When you think it’s time for me to finally settle down
I had almost managed to capitulate to the system and cultures,
Only to realise I would be gobbled up by vultures.
I almost managed to secure the quintessential life
With you, wanting me to finally settle with a wife.
I almost managed to live up to your early curfew nights,
Wondering, because of this, if my dreams would ever take flight.
I had almost decided to give up on my dreams
Until I realised that this soul isn’t as happy as it seems.
I’m glad I almost did the things you wanted me to,
So that it wouldn’t be late to emancipate myself from these shackled of unrealistic expectations that “almost” bound us.
I realised I was almost liberated
Because it was society’s opinion that was outdated.
I’m glad I almost made it out of the lock-up of your expectations I was confined to,
Only to realise I can finally live my life like I was bound to.
