Supressed

Who'd.. have.. guessed I'd be next? 
I'm quite vexed and suppressed 
Is my sex my arrest?
Why I'm always under test after test 
Thought that blessed was this beating in my chest 
I confess such a mess when the world sees you as less 
Not impressed by the stress keeps me in constant distress
I digress or regress buddies always see me pressed it's a sesh 
Where the best have to check their mate like chess 
Acquiesce I have some things I know I need to reassess
Coalesce in the center enter minimum success
Like a slave wave paved ways just to come suppress 
It's the best no I jest I guess it's just another quest 
Until the next one comes and yet again I'll be suppressed