Forever telling me that every single one of my actions is wrong.

Incorrect.

Never to be performed again.

            “May I be myself?”

NO.

Because “myself” is an abomination—it brings misery and pain.

It's all a joke:

            “Be yourself!”

            “Never change who you are!”

            “Stay true to your heart!”

 

Countless of contradictions live in your commands,

your demands,

your orders and your requests—consistency and equality

are now long-forgotten morals.

I live by a strict code pulled out from

            How perfect children should be.

Expectations set above and beyond—stop trying to mold me

into who you wanted to be, but failed to become.

 

Anger bubbles just beneath the surface.

I tell myself time after time:

            “It's not worth it.”

            “It won't help at all.”

            “Anger isn’t the solution to the problems I hold.”

Hollow words.

The underlying issue remains.

My emotions grow stronger each and every day.

They threaten to snap me in two.

The answer?

 

A thousand different answers for seven billion people,

I'm looking for the Thousand and First.