My feelings are not what you want me to feel

My thoughts are not what you want me to think

My voice doesn’t speak the words you want me to speak

My privacy, apparently not mine either

I guess you want that too

I wonder if you would want to fight my battles too

Claim my depression and anxiety like everything else

Switch places with me at my next doctor’s appointment

Walk in my shoes and face my struggles

Would you expect  the world to bow down at your feet?

Well, it won’t

Would you expect others to come in and fix it for you?

You’ll be surprised

These battles are one-on-one

You think you know

But you don’t

So keep your self-serving and oppressive wants to yourself