My family says that they’ll support me in whatever I choose
And I worship that decision, I have nothing else to lose
Three months go by and I grow weaker
The meaning of life, I am its most desperate seeker.
At nights I cry, as I twist and turn
Deprived of sacred rest, as my head burns
I am ready to leave “here”, but I have so much to learn
(and) they say that you’ll get, whatever you’ve earned
So, answer me God: Is this what I deserve?
©Alexander Berg Mattsson, 2012
Author’s Note: It is a piece of fiction, my friends.