Why the hell do I feel so bad?

Like I'm the bad guy.

But when I scream in closed walls…

Hurt pouring from my lips.

You have stripped me down.

Taken away everything I held close.

Instead I was conditioned and labelled.

But what if I dream of the stars…

Want to reach out and touch them.

Is that so bad?

To want to be who I need to be.

To clutch at the things that inspire me.

Does that make me stupid?

For believing…

Does it make me want to be the best?

To prove the haters wrong…

So why can't I reach out from my prison?

To reach the stars…

And lose myself in dreams.