I am drowning.

I am drowning in an ocean.

I am drowning in an ocean filled with insecurities.

I am drowning in insecurities that will evolve into misperception.

I am choking on the lies I am forced to speak.

 I am choking on that which I must weave.

They leave me to dredge through this fate.

They leave me to smother at the hands of a “saint”.

I know not a reason why I am here, why I must suffer at the hands of those most insincere.

Why am I not fortunate? Why must they reap which I have sewn, in this world unknown?

It’s a cruel reality, one I must fight through and they are able to fly through.

Why…why…why…?

I do not understand this notion to which they allow me to drown in that ocean.

I should be soaring with glory, not stand victim to that which they abhor.

I should be with the clouds and stars, not ridden with man-made scars.

I should independent, not a regrettable dependent of what is most unsavory.

Take me away…take me away…

I do not want to drown.

I do not wish to be insecure to those who seem most obscure.

I do want to choke on what cannot be controlled.

Independence is me, I am she. I do not need to be taken away, for I no longer have nothing to say.