Fit the mould

Why does it hurt to be told

You do not fit the mould

And it would entirely suit someone’s purposes

Or ease their fears

That the parts of you that do not suit

Be cut down to size

I cannot lie

Such things restrict my heart

And stop my breath

Bringing my animal body

Into a state of panic

Or extreme arrest

And then opposing thoughts

Battle my instant reactions

As it dawns upon me

You are not me

And you just want to be free yourself

But in that case

Why try dampen my fire down

Why try to put my life

In prison?