Shackles

I can't quite explain the phenomena of not having the words to explain
It's eerie to be so well versed and knowleged but never knowing how to use it
Stifled by the sensitivities that surround these inequities
Bounded by the controversy hidden in this mystery
For better would just to be quiet
However, I've never been a person to be speechless
In this moment I am more than my mind can endure
My thoughts racing with the confusions still cluttering my heart
Vocabulary uttering melodies of what the uncensories were told to mute
Without my lips, my voice, my mouth I am just a shell of what rules have enforced
Too many rules telling me what I cannot do
Bonded to these rules but repeated threats of the consequence
Broken inside because I cannot cry about the wrongdoing
I have been wronged, again and again.
Did you witness the crime?
Chalked out for the public to see, but the media was not covering my story
Better yet yours, the one that begged for everyone's woes, sympathy, empathy
What a pity it must be to always being felt sorry for
Yes, I was left here cold and sore
Yearning for more than just some attention, but instead sincerity
I rather be fed the truth than be satisfied by a helpful filling of lies
Because trapped in my eyes are stories untold and unheard
Still witnessing the chase that was not following me
I am yet another victim of a foolish whim and risk taken
I cheated the system and found a way in...
But not lucky or victorious because for every cheat finds a worser sin
Greed, wanting it all, leaving nothing behind.
But yes overtime my mouth will one day speak
I will no longer be afraid to just be me.
To just live, open and free.