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Why?

Why does it get so difficult to decide,
Why does it get so difficult to live?
Why does everyone want you to act the way they think is right,
Why is it that whatever I think is revolutionary?
Why is it that I am told that I am free,
Yet I feel the urge to bread the cage and flee?
Why is it that my feelings do mean something,
Yet when I say them, I am being termed selfish?
Why is it that I always feel alive when I am alone,
Yet I am urged to live by the society?
Why is it, that in my life,
I am taught how to live?
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