Shackled

I feel so anxious
I’m supposed to be somewhere else but I’m here
Lost
Hurt
I refuse to conform.
I can’t just conform Just because
I need a legitimate reason
I’m to old
To conform just to listen
To get by
To survive
I’m an adult
I should conform when it’s needed
Not to shut ones mouth
I just wanna live freely
Not to walk around in shackles.
We call this democracy

But why do I feel like everything around me is ran by everyone us but me?

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