Why? Poem by Angelica Vargas

I turned away and follow what my instinct said.
Many said I'm stupid, rebellious and bad.
Many said I made the wrong choice.
Many said I'm taking the wrong path.

Now I wonder, If I'm taking the wrong path.
Why do I see my road as clear as crystal ice?
Isn't it should be blurred since its the wrong path?

If I am stupid, then why do my mind functions much better and effecient than before?
Isn't it suppose to dropp and and give up?
If I'm rebellious, then why deep inside my heart and mind I still care for them?
Why would I still long for their approval and hope that they will understand?
Am I not suppose to just walk on and forget them, since I'm a rebel?

If I'm bad, then why do I still stay alive and eager to prove to them that I also have right?
Why do I still worry if they are fine or not?
Am I not suppose to ignore and forget that I'm part of their lives, after all I'm bad?

If I made the wrong choice, then why doesn't I feel the guilt of leaving and abandoning my vows?
If living my life the way I think and dreamed is wrong, then why is living a life the way others think makes the world miserable and regrettable?