"Time waits for no one" they say

"Time waits for no one" they say.

As I lay alone with my thoughts,

I wonder what they meant by those words.

I find myself imprisoned between four walls,

while others were out there making memories.

They have been feeding me these words since I was a child and now they are holding me back. 

Do they not understand that phrase?

A thousand pictures exist in my world with me missing in the frame,

they are the reason I'm lamenting over the precious time I've lost.

When asked about my imprisonment, 

I "was too young" they claim.

I proceed closer to death and farther from life with every tick the clock makes.

Before the clock's hands come to a sudden stop, I wanna explore life,

Because at the end of time that's what my time on earth is going to be all about- discovery.

Why do I breathe if my purpose here is to make truckloads of money?

Why does my heart beat if my purpose here is to please a bunch of sadists who wish I live a bad life?

Why do I have a brain if my purpose was to follow someone else's orders? 

They call me a rebel, a spoilt brat, an out of control teenager...... I don't care. 

I've had enough of this oppression. 

I have a voice and I shall scream a silent scream, 

masked behind words and ink.

I have spent countless days crying out in pain and now they've made me strong. 

I will continue to fight because it's my right to live the way I want to.