Im I wrong to think of myself as somthing unique, somthing differnt from all the wodden dolls of society

To believe that somthings just plainly arent wrong

To speak with what I find passion for

Why do you stare at me with such dissapointed eyes, speak to me as if I brought upon you harm

Im I really so wrong to do what I do, say what I say

Is it bad that im different from the other girls, that I dont walk the same footsteps they do, sing the same notes

Or do I need to think like you do, walk and talk like you do

Should I just become like everyone else, falling for the belief that the past generation should decide the fate of the future generation, their choices, thoughts

Should I stick with the dementing thought that gender roles cant be the same

Im sorry Im not your spitting image or perfect child, that Im not turning out to be what you wanted

Im sorry that you dont see who I am, to be fit to you beliefs or customs

But I want to pave my own path, carve my own mind, not let the world drag me down to sterotypes and delusions

I can be powerful and graceful, feroicous and gentle

Just because you believe that Im a demon if I dont awe in the sight of animals, doesnt make me one

Just because you belive that im a female, I should fear the sight of guns, veiw them as deadly and dangerous

I dont need you thoughts of who I should be, control what I become

Im sorry;

I will never make you proud