Questionable Intentions

Who says I'm supposed to
stand tall
and just
look on
and hold up the world
while everything's passing me by?

Just what in the hell
gives you the right
to tell me
who I am
what I'm worth
what I can be?

How does it make any sense
when I'm suffocating
under the hand
of those who were supposed
to care?

When am I allowed
to love
to live
to laugh
to breath?

How the hell
can I be
who I am
when I want
for what I want?

And just why cant I?