Restrained by society with a death grip,
Over what I am, they are so obsessive.
I make a move, they turn it back,
Replacing my face with a mask.
Corrupting my very soul,
It is taking an unbearable toll.
I bide with the pain of each day,
Putting up with it, until six feet under, I lay.
Rest in Peace, they will say,
But rest, I will not, as who I was fades.
Fabricating memories of a man who didn't exist,
Conjuring a new face... one they see more fit.
My body rots with each passing hour,
As for my soul, society will devour.