Natural

Sometimes we find ourselves within these isolated zones; these corners sections into which we are trapped, and have no way of escaping what we feel and why. We simple lie there like sleeping lions; unable to move, to comprehend the work around us, unable to find our identity. It is in these moments that we realize we are living. We breathe, we eat, all part of of system of natural.
Yet, what is natural? What is this world around? Do we all conform to be like each other, to bend to someone's own ways. Although in these isolated moments; we realize we're alone, when we aren't. We all fit, slot into an identity, a culture, a way of life. We are put into little boxes at birth; with names, with rules and regulations. "Don't touch that". "Sit down", "do as your told".
For gods sake I tell myself, how can I be "natural in my own skin" when you keep telling me what to do. And we grow, we rebel, we argue "oo she's a naughty one" the teacher tells my mom. And I look at her, she looks at me and I know she want me to be natural.
So here I am at eighteen, in my own isolation of a bubble, with a thousand other bubbles coming into mine; crossing,changing, conforming.
So I ask you... What the heck is natural?!
Love,
TSITR x