Can I Speak?Mature

It feels that my voice doesn't matter.
My opinion no longer counted.

My views on life are thrown down.
Blocked because society doesn't want different.

People should be able to love,
Even if they look similar.

People should be able to choose
Wether or not they want a life.

The voice I try to let free seems to be
Ripped from my throat before it can be heard.

I stand defeated.
There is no use in trying to fight it.

I can no longer stand this pressure.
Not unless I am not the only one. 

The End

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