I want to change my name, and run away to a deserted island,
Cry myself to sleep, then sleep for an eternity.

I want to scream,
But I can't.

I want to just blink,
And things be different.

I want to feel in control of my life,
Independent.

I want an unlimited supply of fuel,
To travel across the country.

But it doesn't matter what I want,
Because life is what it is.

Conform. Conform. Conform.

I have to stop feeling,
Stop wanting,
Stop caring,
Stop having my own thoughts.

Otherwise,
I'll be eaten alive,
From the inside out.