STUCK

I feel like a book in a shelf

Stuck in a pattern line

And it forbids me to be myself

Instead, I pretend I'm just fine.

People keep saying what's best for me,

But what I need is not just words!

I want to be like a bird is free:

Fly around and try new worlds.

Freedom is what I need the most.

To be who I am, what problem is there?

I don't want to be faced as a ghost.

Why does it feel like a nightmare?