You tell me to be happy, but then say choose one, two, or three,
You tell me to venture far, but I am chained and not free,
You tell me to speak openly, but your hand is around my neck,
Everything about me is kept perfectly in check.

I am weighed, valued, and measured by some numbers on a scale,
Told to study and money it's not acceptable to derail,
from the path you have been put on simply by being born,
God forbid, if you did, you'd meet with society and its scorn.

All I want is to be happy and breathe without concern,
Not wake up everyday wishing I could have done what I yearned,
I do not want money if it's stained with my blood,
I am done killing myself for things I don't even love.