There are too many people trying to contain me,
But that's not me.
They all want me to be something I'm not;
Why can't I be myself?

There are too many wishes,
Too much of a need to be the person they never were, but I don't fit the standards.
Why should the rules of another's game control my life?
I should be free to learn the way I want, act the way I want, and be who I am naturally.

There are too many people who feel like judging others is the way to go,
But they need to just let it go and not be afraid of what others think of them.
It doesn't matter to me if there are people who don't like me,
I know I'm not perfect, but I'm the perfect me.

There are too many people in the world who are too afraid to lift their wings and fly,
And they don't want to be the outcast in society.
That used to be me once,
Before I took a chance and decided to believe.