I am The Trapped.
I am the one that hates my parents for not loving me in a way that I can comprehend.
I am the one that doesn't know if I should follow my heart or my path.
I am the one that can't stand the weight of the world thrust upon my shoulders by myself.
I am the one that wants to please my parents, yet with what I love.
I am the one that will not give up.
I am the one that is afraid to be unloved.
I am the one that doesn't know who to believe.
I am the one that is confused.
I am the one that knows that I know myself better than anyone else.
I am the one that is only understood by God.
I am the one that won't comprimise.
I am the one that is trapped.
I am trapped between working for my parents' love, yet never reaching that goal. I am trapped within the fear that I am a disappointment to the ones who birthed me. I can't decide whether I am more important, or the ones controlling me. I am trapped in this confining prison called time, where an evil monster called Overwhelment seeks to destroy my soul. I try so hard, yet seem to fail every time. I can never seem to measure up to that level of perfection that is expected out of me. I am expected to do whatever is said to be best for my future, yet what is my future? I am controlled by everyone but me. I am trapped into feeling like I will never break free.
I am in love with singing. It is the only place where I can perform without having a fear of not being recognized or downsized. The only place where I can not be judged, because everyone's opinion will differ. Yet, still, I am not allowed to enjoy that sense of freedom from judgment. I must steer along the right path for me, as everyone tells me. I must think about my future, and get my head out of the clouds. I must stop focusing on this simple "hobby" of mine and give it up. Because they tell me in that I will never measure up. But I am convinced otherwise. I know that if I never give up, I will succeed.
The only way that I can be understood, is when I reach out to the only person who understands everyone. When I ask the question, "Are You There, God? Because I Am Trapped."
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