3 am Thoughts.

Repressed

I feel like I'm being repressed,
told to dress how society dresses

Told to smile around everyone,
no matter how depressed

I feel like I'm being repressed,
I can't wear what I want

I don't have a say in what I do with my body,
I don't have a say in what I learn

I feel like I'm being repressed,
I'm not safe enough to say who I am

Yeah, it doesn't matter,
but to my family I'd die in a shallow grave

I feel like I'm being repressed,
somehow by myself

When all I preach is wanting to be free,
yet I can't give that to me

I feel like I'm being repressed,
with these thoughts in my head

I don't know what to do
to free myself from societal's glue.