It wasn't my choice

I was never good enough,
you were always so tough,
Especially on me,
Though you cannot see.

I'm always pushed around,
being told to do this and that.
I just wanna break,
not have my world so round.

I made into something I don't want to be,
I play guitar,
but you want me playing violin.
Music is my life,
but you want me to cut things with a knife.

I'm so sorry,
but sorry doesn't cut it.

you gave me my a voice
and it still wasn't my choice.