My life, not yours
Confused, Bewildred
For what should I do
What do I say
I want to yell, scream
I tread the path of life
Unsure which path to take
Society give rules, regulations
Which I must conform, follow
Its like being contained in a glass box
Being able to look out
But unable to be free, move around
Pounding on the glass in vain
Why can't I be myself
To be free, spread my wings
To soar, to touch the skies
To live life as I want to
Its my life anyway....
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