Not Your Choice

By ~Mel <SelectivelySane@aol.com>

You can't move.
You can barely breathe.
Each day makes you withdraw worse from reality.
At least what they call reality.
With its restrictions and judgements,
And false rules that contradict each other.

They suppress and dissaprove
And shake their empty heads
They talk but never act...
Scream but never move.

You want to get out...
But it’s all that there is.
You want to walk proudly
But you're not what they want.

You don't fit into their mold,
You don't walk that straight path.
You never do what you're told,
You don't wear the right clothes,
Or say everything they want to hear.

They don't understand why you need to be "different." Why you feel you need to act this way.
You say and repeat it...that it’s not your choice.
They can't hear the words you say,
It’s like you don't have a voice.