?It’s a mountain a river that you can’t swim, you can’t climb.?
Was it something you said, ?something unkind, did you act too weird, being yourself is unwise
People aren’t free, people aren’t kind, we must be the same- ??not out of line. ?
The line is okay, ?when we look the same way, marching along to a beat ?or a sway
The rhythm of life has to be just so, ?if your throw people off.. You will surely know…
Being different, and free isn’t okay, it’s the norm you seek—be that by day?
True self can’t shine, ?the world isn’t ready,? they just judge, ?WILL you change already???
I’ll never fit in, or be loved ?by you, or you, or you… I’ll be true to myself as you shall too…
Why am I different?? Why can’t I be? What I am to you? And you are to me?
I’ve never been a girl, to fit in, I’m scared and alive, as you can see within ?????????????
My mother, a husband, and friend or two– You soon realize how..it’s not good to be you…