I can’t keep myself from asking you the questions gnawing my mind everytime something decides to refute my sanity, my soul,
I can’t quell the chaos inside my head everytime you silence my voice, everytime you overlook my thoughts,
I can’t breathe without giving you a fabricated, word for word explanation for my every action, for my every reaction, for very disintegrated existence,
I can’t take everything you throw my way, lying down,
I can’t stay mute every time you make my decisions for me.
If this makes me a rebel, then,
I. Am. One.