Locked In

Do you remember who you were before you were told who to be?  
I can’t remember the last time I was allowed to dream  
Broken hearts and broken promises; I’ve lost track of each  
This mocha leaves me feeling bitter when it should have been sweet.  

When can I pick up the pieces of my fractured psyche?  
You’ve got me fumbling in the dark like a rat in a maze  
You’ve locked me in my own mind, and threw away the key  
Yet everyone else brushes it off by saying “she’s going through a phase.”  
 
Instead of being taught logic, I was told what to think  
I’ve got x’s in my record for daring to think outside of the box  
I spoke my mind; I was recommended to a shrink  
I’ve learned to fear every time I hear the door knock.  
 
You don’t what to be locked in my mind  
You don’t want to peel back the layers of lies and secrets  
Don’t say I didn’t warn you when you’re horrified by what you find  
Pills are shoved down my throat to complete my treatment.