I am held inside of a situation I did not ask to be born into. My circumstances are not of my making. I tear at the bars that confine me. The walls of my cell are not made of iron and stone, they are barriers that were place on me by society. Long before I drew my first breath I was imprisoned. Long before I knew my own name I was set in a place. Now I struggle against the grey walls of societies standards as I reach for the light that is just above me. So much is against me, that I feel like I am smothered and cannot breathe. I feel like I am constantly caged and all I want to do is break out and be free.