To be or not to be....

A question that haunts generations
A question most unfair

For it only breeds fear and uncertainty
A longing to be what you are not

Pressured into a mold, a form
That you cannot fit easily

You try to scream
As they squeeze you down

To fit in, one most be the same
From the same, with the same

What is normal, what is real
Who's reality is the norm



Is not my reality, my truth, the way I should lead my life?
Is not my choice, my life, meant to be played out the way I want to



It's not fair...