Grown to embrace life, but made to curb for unsaid toxins of the boxes, you created nevertheless without my consent nonetheless.
Dream's a sin without a cause, for your blind thoughts that will obstruct you from the unknown glories yet to come.
While the walk's riddled with dreams unfulfilled, while souls wait hidden away, for their pending justice one day.
nobody belongs to your type or boxes that you create. We're free thinking humans who have the right to take decisions for ourselves. Gender, race,past emotions etc, are never a reason to confine them to a stereotype. PERIOD.