I hate this.

That they've made me a liar,

A sneak, a rebel.

I don't want to be

But there are some things

Not even a parent should do

I watched my precious books

Go down in flames

What could I do?

Nothing.

And now they guilt trip me

Into doing ridiculous,

Overzealous, fanatic things

That I truly do not wish to do

They try to change my friends,

The people that I have chosen,

And that have chosen me.

They push their views on me,

Their ideals, not mine,

All in the name of religion.

What can I do?

Nothing.

They try to mold me

Into their perfect image of me

Do they even care what I want?

I am under a million obligations

A thousand expectations,

But still they ask for more.

I am so tired.

Of the lies

Of the hypocrisy

Of everything.

But there is still fight left in me

I will not back down,

But fight quietly.

I will sneak

And lie

And rebel

Betray, if I have to,

Because I still have free will.

I will never cease to fight

For what is only and rightfully mine

My thoughts

My feelings

My views

And I will dream of the day

When I can finally be

Free.