restricted

Imagine a bird flying as high as the mountains, imagine a fish swimming freely in the ocean. Imagine me, not being able to do what I want to keep to the schedule I like. Why must people restrict what I do, when I know that I am not doing the wrong thing. Why? Why is the world so unfair. If I am demanding something from someone and the demand is unreasonable then I understand that you can reprimand me, criticize me or scold me. But if I am doing something to just simple make my life easier, why not grant me the pleasure of just simply doing that particular thing. I am displeased with the fact that I am restricted to do things that are correct. I am restricted. I feel like a fish in a fishbowl. A bird in a cage. A worm in a tube. I feel restricted.