Unapologetic

The nights are long, filled with silent cries,
Each tear a question swirling beneath the midnight skies.
Why must love and truth be held as crimes?
Why can’t my heart beat freely, as it desperately tries?

The world cries, "Be yourself, honey!"
Well, I'm trying, but you won't let me be.
I am trapped, can you not feel it?
The way my soul revolts against the body I inhabit!

There are boundaries all around,
There are whispers and faint sounds.
And I am a prisoner of society,
Cause it's a taboo to break free.

And these pickets, these fences, so suffocating and cold,
I try to climb these walls, but can find no hold.
The world is cruel to everything that is bright;
It tries to crush my self,