Untrapped

I am not trapped
By any sense of the word,
But I still feel cornered by
My imaginary trappings.

Nothing should hold me back
Being white, protestant, and male,
But I still feel the string of a leash
Tugging on the collar round my neck.

I am not a caged bird
And no walls stray my dreams,
But there are still obstacles
To what would make me happy.

But the depressing thing is
I am not trapped,
And that little thing holding me back,
Might just be only me.