I feel restrained

I feel scared

Scared to speak

Scared of the trouble it might cause me

To tell the truth

To feel alienated

Dehumanized 

Why must I be put in this position?

I did not ask to be, yet now it seems like my mission

Just want to scream, but my anger seems misguided

When did silence get so quiet?

A constant confrontation of what is wrong and what is right

I lie awake in bed at night

Trying to answer the question of

Do I continue to be a mockingbird without its wings?

Or do I become a part of the third that cut the withholding strings?