An Agnostic

I’m neither a theist;
Nor an atheist;
But an agnostic;
Who is very erotic.

People keep forcing me;
To be, whats not “me”;
And when I say “no”;
They turn as cold as snow.

I’ve been shut in a dungeon;
With closed walls, like a pigeon;
They have cut down my wings;
Which used to dance in springs.

“Give me a break”, I say;
“Listen to me”, I pray;
Still they clench their fists;
As I run into the mists.

Life is a game;
And its always the same;
when you try to be “you”;
Others start giving their view.

Why can nobody see?
My words are drowned in a sea;
Will nobody let me breathe;
Leave me alone, please.

Will my day ever come?
I’ve been forced to be dumb;
By the evil minded spirits;
Who lack all merits.

But I shall still wait;
Since its never too late;
To relive my dreams;
And flow like a stream.