Limited

Limited

Living in a world
where passion is
limited.
We monitor our words
and fear we may speak
too openly.

Taking our voice,
our opinions, our feelings,
and smothering them.
We encapsulate them,
deep beneath the surface
of our being.
In a box we hide them,
afraid to let the world
inside.

Intimidated by societal standards;
general “rules” on how
we are supposed to behave.
Shaping ourselves,
and forming our lives around
the approvals of those that
don’t matter in our lives.

We dissect ourselves,
meticulously ripping apart who we are.
Cut open and exposed,
we’ll remove the part that cares,
then quickly take out our incentive to
love unconditionally.
We’ll see a part of ourselves
that makes us stand out,
a trait specifically designed
to make us unique,
and we’ll strip it from inside our bodies.

Once shaped and formed
to fit within the
standards of the world
we’ll stitch ourselves up,
trying to hide the scar.

it is then that we realize
We are empty.
We have no sense of self.
no way to stand out
in a world
filled with stereotypes.
Considering,
all too late that,
in forming our lives,
our beliefs, and our personalities,
we have removed our very
source of happiness.
You have removed…
You.