Follow The Leader
The pressure, the pain, they control of another.
Its a game of follow the leader,
As much as I look the leader,
I always follow behind.
There is always a voice over the intercom,
Telling me what to think, how to feel.
Every time I try to speak my true thoughts,
I am cut off, told that I need to rethink my belief.
No matter how many times I am told what to do,
Pushed around from multiple sides,
Pressured to choose the perfect answer,
I will always have feelings too.
I will always have a voice that I hide.
Life is a game of follow the leader,
And I look in control, but I always follow behind.
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