But they weigh heavy with their demands.
I’m overlooked for what I am,
They want me to bend, to shift,
To wear their choices as my own.
Disgust swells as I drift,
In silence, my voice overthrown.
A democracy, they say it’s mine,
Yet I’m forbidden to speak my mind.
A system of freedom, locked in line,
Where my choices are lost, undefined.
Caught in this web, I wonder still:
Are we free, or just bound by will?
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