I’m not under control.

Society has a box

crafted just for me

I fit, but too tightly

no room to breathe

so hard to move

I fight, but pointlessly.

Society has a place

where it wants me to be

I wander, but aimlessly

to stay in my lane

or dare to explore

I struggle, but inwardly.

Society's force is strong

it will persist and persist

but my will is stronger

so I resist

and I resist.