Bounded

Im bounded by the truth
Of other people's opinions.
Told what I'm supposed to do
To meet up to their expectations.

Trusting their words
Till they create an image.
Forming and shaping lies renewed
Lies build up till they're no longer few.

Psychotic mind with no truths
Of my own.
Baiting feelings to have pain
Yet trust alone.

Emotions like seasons
The independent days are rare.
Trapped in others grasp
While mind starts to tear.

The gallows are ready
To hang all the truths
The rope is tight
Leaving me to compare

My decisions are pointless
Why do I care?

Bodies of opinions build up
All executed, baiting feelings
Choose or follow
Define my own expectations