I Guess I'm Wrong

I don’t think my job now suits me. I don’t think that I’m able to inspire. I don’t think I have the guts to stand tough and leave out the rest. I don’t think I have a strong will and ongoing determination to be part of the nation building. I don’t think I love the feeling and sensation I used to have each time I walk into the classroom. I don’t think I have the desire to be surrounded by peoples anymore. I don’t think I will succeed through the rows of thorn.

I don’t think I love this anymore.

I don’t think being a teacher is relevant for me now.

I’m not cut out for this.

I guess, for all this while-I’m absolutely wrong. The more steps I made, the clearer my path is taken wrongly.

All I want is, To be respected. To be known. To be noticed. To be needed.
And not all this humiliation.

I guess I’m wrong.