Is it Okay?

Why do you think it's okay,

To stretch out my silence,

To put a hand over my mouth,

And tell me to make a sandwich?

Why do you think it's okay,

To pretend my feelings are nothing,

To say that I am being dramatic,

And that I should bow to you as king?

Why must you think it's alright,

To break me down inside,

To hurt my mind so greatly,

That I no longer put up a fight?

Is it because I'm a woman,

Or because I'm a girl,

Or maybe it's because,

You're scared of my tornado's whirl?

Why must I have to hide,

My emotions from the light,

When every part of me that hurts,

Is one that you have tied?