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.