thoughts of a confused teen

why must I sit here
a prisoner of my own emotions 
a captive of my thoughts 
why must I suffer through this endless turmoil 
ever confused and never finding peace
why must everybody leave me 
when I've finaly gotten used to them being there
why must I sit here while my mind is so far away 
and be stuck to this chair by my body 
why must feel like I have to rebel 
have to say no 
and raise my voice 
perhaps it's from all the times I was meek 
agreeable
and silent 
from all the times I didn't raise my voice 
I didn't say no 
perhaps I don't need to sit here
and the only person making me stay 
is myself 
perhaps 
I'm as free as I make mysellf.