Society's hands

So many voices, so many hands, so many opinions from the way I stand to the way I speak, their judgement pressures until my soul is weak,though the scars on my skin feign resilience, the bars on my brain refuse to go away. 7 hands in my way with 7 plans of their own, 7 words on my mind "please, just leave me the f*ck alone"

Still my lips stay closed, a hand rests on my face as my eyes stay closed, another reaches for my cage still the door stays closed.

It's all that I know so please don't try to change it, every time you break a lock I will replace it. A self fulfilling curse, a want to escape overridden by a fear of the unknown. The pressures of society, over any want of my own