Trapped

All I ever wanted was freedom, to be my own person

People have always asked me, "What do you want to do in the future?"

It's a question that has followed me and haunted me my whole life

What do I say? Do I tell them what I really want to do or do I tell them what they want to hear?

To be honest, I'm not sure what I want to do

I've been told all my life what I can do and what I can't do

You would think after seventeen years, I'd get tired of listening

You would think that I'd eventually rebel and do what I want

But I can't

It's been ingrained into my mind

I'm like a mindless robot who can't do anything but listen and obey

Listen. Follow. Obey. Do this, do that.

I'm in a cage, trapped in the bars that are the rules and commands that rule my life

The bars get bigger and bigger, suffocating me slowly as each day passes

Every day is torture, as I hear words that squeeze through the bars and pierces me, stabs me

"Fashion and design? Pathetic. It's pointless."

"You're not talented or good enough."

"Keep dreaming."

"Aim for something you can do."

"Make me proud. Don't disappoint me. Be a doctor."

I can't seem to get the words out of my head

The one thing I want, I can't do

But maybe one day

I'll muster up the courage

To leave and do what I want

To follow my dream

And to finally be free from the cage that confined me from being who I want to be