Suffocated. By everyones stupidity.
Imagined greatness seems to fade with each passing day. Protection, suffocated by the need to be protected. A hope help down by the invisible resistance of others. The reluctance to let go. Suffocated by all of the things we must strive for. Suffocated by the need to find and outlet to store some air, room to breath my creativity and let it flow. Room to be myself with no doubt. Beyond suffocation, past all of the goals others have set for us. Pull back the chains others have placed, rip them off your throat. For I have found my room to breath and shall no longer wait to be, Suffocated.