I am a prisoner to the world I live in.

I am told how to be. How to be perfect, how to be loved, how to be worth something.

I am dictated by numbers. My weight, my GPA, my class rank, my waist measurement.

I am given the illusion of choice. But in the end, I do what they want me to. 

I am living a lie. They have rewired me to give the proper response.

I am judged by how I act, feel, look, speak, stand, see, write, think.

I am trying. Trying to recode my brain and break out. 

I am losing. Thoughts of perfection and numbers are plaguing my mind.

I am a prisoner to the world I live in.


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