Dear universe stop restraining me

This society is really crushing me.

“What do you wanna be?”

Is a question I’ve been asked.

My whole life feels like just one big task.

“But  screw that!” I yelled, at the top of my lungs

I’ve been asked the wrong questions for far too long.

Instead of what to become, WHO do I wanna be?

A nice gentle person

Or someone who’s just really flee.

This decision is really my own

So tell the universe

Just please let me be