How am I

How am I supposed to grow

If I spend my days with thoughts that are forced

And waste my nights to reinforce

The thoughts that I’ve been told

How am I supposed to see

Every special part of me

When in a machine I am placed

To learn through everyone else’s pace

How am I supposed to find

My purpose as this path unwinds

When all my life I’ve had no space

To let my thoughts roam to just the right place

How am I supposed to dream

When society’s rules proceed to scream

Where on my journey I must proceed

When finding myself is what I need