Today, I feel a different way

A way that differs from yesterday.
I see the puzzlement in the gaze
Of those I express to, it’s just a phase
I’m too young to know who I am,
And any of my feelings should scram
My opinions are invalid, and I don’t have a voice
I’m hushed when I thought that this was my choice
They are afraid because it’s not mundane,
The way they react causes me to refrain
From feeling the way I feel and becoming what feels right
Why should being myself be such a fight?
The way that I feel is not your choice to make
I’m not alone, what I am is not fake
There are people like me, I know this for sure
Though people are ignorant, and unfortunately more
I will be me and you will not complain
Because this is my choice, and I will not refrain.