They told me I was a girl, but I wasn’t a girl. They told me I was a lesbian, but I wasn’t a lesbian. They told me what to think, but I thought other things.
When I started asking questions, I was told I thought too much. When I started finding answers, they smiled, and waited for me to change my mind. When the answers didn’t change, their smiles faded. When I stood firm with my new definitions, they told me I was wrong.
They tell you so many things about yourself, and expect you to listen. But when you open your mouth, and speak your self, their ears are closed, and they do not hear you.
What’s your experience?