More PoF... this time not about my ex, but about my feelings towards people's expectations of me...

I'm owned and I'm branded

I'm marked and I'm caged

I'm kept, I am bottled

But watch as I rage

You think I'll sit quietly?

You think I'll submit?

You think me obedient?

-Not even a bit

For my pride, it is stronger

My stubbornness, steal

My anger, a thunder

That all heaven can feel

I breathe and I wait

My mind knows what's true

And with my every breath

Know I defy you.