You don't like the way I dress or what I do? Well I say screw you, I'm not you, and I don't care for your point of view. I've got nothing to prove and nothing to loose and I refuse to dismiss your behavior as "old news."
I've loved and lost and lied and cried. I've felt pain and pure joy and I haven't yet died. I have my pride by my side and I decide that I won't even try to hide my life. You can't bribe me or design me as one of your cookie cutter atrocities. I'm my own me, and I'll leave with my creativity up my sleave while you're still trying to make them believe you're what you seem.