> You must become.
> You have no say in the matter.
> Those with the power to stop this will not.
> They know not what weight this choice brings.
> They will decide with impartial data to burden you with their mistakes, their shortcomings, their biases.
> You have no say in the matter.
> A grieving daughter and a subpar son shall find distance in your becoming.
> A stage set by ignorant youth and buried hearts shall find it's star.
> You have no say in the matter.
> You must survive.
> You have no say in the matter.
> Degrees put to use to stop your violet hue.
> They know not what weight this choice holds.
> Willing servants to a wailing maiden pass the burden onto you.
> You have no say in the matter.
> A lonely mother and a vacant father shall regret the choice of your becoming.
> A spotlight stolen by short-lived innocence.
> You have no say in the matter.
> You must grow up.
> You have no say in the matter.
> A price unknown weighs on your heart.
> You know not why you live this way.
> With your incomplete knowledge you accept hate as love despite your lonely ways.
> You have no say in this matter.
> A quiet prince afraid of all faced with mature horrors for childhood dreams.
> A role far too complex for learning minds played expertly by gifted youth.
> You have no say in the matter.
> You must go back.
> You have no say in the matter.
> Her love's not real, you have a crush, perverted sons now break your trust.
> A prince now hides a princess true.
> For your age you seem mature, they sing your praise and demand more.
> You have no say in the matter.
> Your friends all leave, their parts played well.
> A spotlight shines, the show goes on.
> You find a way to have a say.
> You can't go on.
> You have a say in the matter.
> With frigid air you lie in wait.
> You know an uncle died this way.
> With swirling thoughts you pray for death, a broken kid with nothing left.
> You have a say in the matter.
> A friend's warm couch now cradles you while spotlights search and scan for you.
> A kindness shown sews hope into a plot too cruel for broken youth.
> You have a say in the matter.
> You can exist.
> You've had your say in the matter.
> A vacant room holds memories.
> Fighting wars for thirty years.
> Your knowledge says you're better off, you've found a home amongst your own.
> You've learned now that you can matter.
> A place away from rotten hearts, a brand new life is yours to start.
> A rhythm found beats day to day, you've found your voice and choose to stay.
>You've found a place where you matter.
Kinda more freeform than my other stuff, wanted to mess around with formatting.