All these thoughts
Stuck in my head
Pushing against my mouth
Threatening to come out
I am a person right?
I have the freedom of speech?
I guess that only applies
Outside of the house
Can’t have my own opinions
Can’t have my own beliefs
I’m always the wrong
They’re always the right
They know what’s best
They know how I should change my life
But when I’m old enough
They’re just going to kick me out
Then what?
Am I then free to be me?
To think what I want?
To be who I am?
Or are their words going to linger?
Making me second guess
Making me shut myself out
But then they wonder what’s wrong
Wonder why I no longer speak
Did they forget what they did?
Forget what they said?
Forget they made me silent?
Convinced themselves they’re the top
And the rest shouldn't question
Do they think I like being silenced?
That I like me beliefs shut down?
That I was okay with this
And was too afraid to complain?
Eventually they’ll break me
Close me off enough to where
I’ll never willingly leave my room
They’ll push me into a hole
And there I’ll remain
My mouth closed
My poetry long
My words still left
Unspoken