Abort?

Oh, what a painful feeling it is,
When you are asked to abort your dreams,
Just to fulfill others' happiness,
But kill your own.

Aren't your dreams your babies,
That you nurtured always?
Aren't your dreams your babies,
That kept you awake many nights?

Do you remember those days,
When you cried in the wake of failures,
But rose up from the fallen place,
To reach the zone of focus?
Do you remember those exhilarating moments,
When you lived in success-achieving fantasies?

Then why do you let your dreams die,
In the hope of a fake lie?
Take charge of your life, woman,
And chase the stolen freedom.