Crashing My Dream

My dream is to be a writer, But you want me to be a doctor. Before, I had wanted to be a singer, But as always you shushed me with one finger. So I started to hide my real personalities My real needs of facilities. Then you found out, And blocked me from the out side world. Made me look like a lout By taking my phone, laptop, I Pad And all things that helped me and inspired me. You said it is protection, But I can't see how, Taking somebody's dream Can be positive to them. You said I lied to you, While in reality, you blocked me from what I really want. How did you expect me to give up on my dream, That had been with me for years? I got mad, And I wanted to run away from the house. I thought that there would be somebody Anywhere that will help me, but then I thought about it, If my own mother is against me How would somebody else be with me?