How can I be me?
When everyone is against it
They tell us to be ourselves,
But they really mean:
“Be who we want you to be.”
Which isn't really who you are,
Just a shell.
Sheer impossibility it is,
To be oneself.
There comes the status quo,
Normalcy,
And “fitting in.”
To go against is a no-no.
Torture and humiliation follow
Anyone who tries.
I'll try,
Whoever may be against it.
Though listening to others
Tell me I can't be who I want to,
Saying, “Be yourself”
And not meaning a word.
I'm tired of lies.
So I'm done with the status quo,
Being normal,
And attempting to “fit in.”
I'll go against the impossibility.
I won't be a shell to mold.
Done just “trying”
I'm going to live life,
The way I want,
And enjoy being me.