Halfway through the first battle

Tonight everything I love and care about was spit upon, pushed to the side, degraded. I was made a criminal, not for lying, but for being quiet. All these common stereotypes and fears are controlling everybody. They're making them look down upon me and what I love. They don't understand. They think they're doing what's best for me. I understand. But is leaving me to weep all alone and to tear down all my hopes and dreams really what's best for me? Finally I found what I was looking for, but now I'm not allowed to have it.