Never meant to be owned

Restless nights and sleepless dreams,
How long has it been since I had the privilege to be comforted with the darkness?
Every day a routine of walking, smiling and living a human life,
But every moment a personal battle within myself.
Decisions were already made, discussions were already talked;
Not once have people asked what I wanted or what I dreamt.
I wasn't born for myself, to live a life I chose, to talk who I wanted,
The actions I made were all controlled, a puppet on a mere string played by someone else.
I want to scream out loud but when I do why doesn't anybody hear me?
The voice that I so cherish cannot be heard any more.
I want to dream and live but why are there chains binding me?
The freedom that I once felt are now a mere remembrance of the times of innocence.
I try so hard so break through the barriers but yet why do I feel my energy is being weak,
Have I become so weak through the years that I forgot the strength I carry?
The shackles that hold me are stronger than ever,
Yet I know I was never born in this life to conform to anyone.
I was born to live life according to my own wishes,
Never to be strung along as a puppet.
Conformity for me was never the air to breathe,
So let me cut the so called strings,
And let you know, I am my own person, never meant to be owned by anyone.

-Iba. R.