Jail House

My name is Makalya. Why do I even bother? I'm not myself. I can never be myself. Do this. Do that. That's all I ever hear. No is the only answer I ever get. Why have friends if i can't hang out with them? Why talk to people if I can't say what I want? Who am I except just another shell in this world? I'm my parent's puppet and there is nothing i can do except wait. Wait until I can be me. What sense does that make? None.