its rude to stare

its exhausting, this freak fest,
i don't understand,
when we came here for freedom,
we get whacked and boxed in.

all i can see now is screaming white lights,
flashing in places i don't want to be seen.
i can't understand why they're doing this here,
everyday, all the time, glued to me; blinding.

their eyes burn, their words bite
they chase me to break me
like some sort of missile fire,
aiming to hit me, make sure they get me.

i can't stand it here now
being looked at this way.
being marked on and charted
on every step that i make.

i'm in some sort of test tube,
with little holes in the sides,
enough for me to breathe in,
but not enough to move through.

and i will not stand this,
i can't live things this way.
i won't stay just to get you off
just to piss you off, to get away.

and i just can't stand this,
i can't live things this way.
not when i'm surrounded, and pounded,
just to get to fly free.