Questions

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Can I start now?

May I please open my mouth?

While you’re talking, nodding heads are judging, agreeing to whatever it is they are agreeing to,

Words are being said about me,

My fate,

My destiny,

My path,

Well, where did I go wrong?

No sins as of yet have I committed, but I am human, who are you to say I won’t commit them?

You want to protect me and hone me in only in this bubble of protection you’ve created for me,

But what good would that do?

Being confined inside something will only induce more curiosity,

I wonder what goes on in your mind,

And you wonder how I do it,

This… this game that I play,

How do I do it?

So many question, am I ever going to find the answers to them?

I am listening to everything you’re saying, but when is it my turn to speak up for myself?

To do the things I would like to do for once?

Tell me, am I that unreliable?

For you to feel like you have to keep me in your control; you keep me in your control?

Do I make any sense to you?

I often don’t and the ones who knows what it is I talk about are truly the lucky ones,

I am listening, but my mind is not,

My mind is slowly dumbing down,

Numbing me of my pain,

But I won’t let them stop me from becoming who I’ve always wanted to be,

And that is someone you will never get to know,

Nor will I.