What I Love Has Been Sold

Was forced to do this, Do what I hate, What I loved, I will miss, These days, my love's final dates What I love, or my true passion, Gone, after being given these ways, What I wear of myself, my fashion, Gone, those loved days What seems strange is that I was expected to care, Care about things I was forced to do, The thinking of those others that I do not share, Now where shall my true love go? I think I don't matter, the difference is something they were never told I think that my true self, my true love, perhaps has been sold