Should I seal my singing lips so as to not wake others’ demons?
Should I lock my rattling voice box and let all my unexpressed opinions choke me?
Should I remain a ventriloquist’s puppet and speak others’ words?
Should I hold my breath and stay under water, lest the free air liberates me?
Should I stay on the wrong side of the mirror so no one can see who I really am?
Should I swallow the conformity pill and forget who I am?
Should I rip my heart out and count down as it pumps to 3, 2, 1?
Must I really die – not to live – but to survive?