to live...

Some days I wish
I knew how to
live a life thats mine,
not anothers'.

It is not merely
that I am trying to fit in,
rather I am told
and pushed and prodded.

"You have to go to school,
you have to have a career,
you have to live like us"
All this I only hear.

For I can not put
an order to heart
and live entirely happy,
I have to live for me.

Some days I wish
I could live for another
out of love and want,
but I simply stand alone.

So I am pressed
and held in this life
they say I must live,
and I begin to bruise.

How hard to only be
embraced by chains,
not flesh but rather words,
not love but tolerance.