I've been told who I should be,
What I should wear, how I should speak, But none of it feels like me I've spent too long chasing their idea,
A version of myself that doesn't fit.
They say I need to be perfect-
Never falter, never bend,
But I wonder what happens if I break?
Every word, every glance, feels like a cage, A rule I didn't write, a page I didn't turn.
They build me with their hands,
But never ask who I am,
Never ask what dreams I dare to chase.
If I fall, if I don't follow the line they set? What if I want more than this path they've drawn?
What if I want to choose the way I walk? I'm tired of living under someone else's weight,
Of being what they want, instead of who I am.
I'm told to smile, to play the part,
To be grateful, to accept what's given-
But I'm starting to feel that's not enough.
I want to stumble, to rise, to fall,
I want the chance to find my own call
So, here I stand, ready to be free-
To break the chains, to just be me.
I may not be perfect, but I'll be true,
And that's a path I'm willing to pursue.
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