I am stifled
Any original thoughts are forced into oblivion.
Words forbidden
My thoughts that would have originally soared
And grow into a new way of thinking
New epiphany
Suddenly Stopped.
I am muted.
Forced to conform to these useless, traditional thoughts.
Trapped, Suffocating
I am handcuffed to these rules
That can cause no evolution
No change
The same.
I am silenced.
Although my body craves to think free
Mind confined.
Like Galileos first findings,
Superior ideas are stuck within convention.
One way,
Only way.
Call me Delusional
Childish, Rebel
Well you are the delusional one.
Thinking everyone should fit yo