Unhappy with the choices that have been given to me,
Like I'm missing something essential to me.

Say I've got to work hard
To put in the hours,
Make money in a job that holds power.

Why is that the goal you have in mind for me?
If you could see me looking down in a class
that makes me feel trapped within a boundary,
Would you choose my future so blindly?

Understand I don't write as a hobby,
I don't create as a pastime,
I do it as a part of me.
I refuse to be robbed of that