I'll Be Me

I’ll Be Me

So what you’re saying is for me to be accepted,

I must first accept being rejected.

For me to fit in, to become a part,

I must first die to myself, kill my heart.

This isn’t what my life was supposed to be,

Leaving the nest, being independent, flying high and free.

But for you, this journey has all but disappeared,

Because each day your face is filled with fear.

Yet, with all that has been, things good and bad,

You begrudge me simple hopes and dreams, and that’s what’s sad.

Those dreams of what might have been or what might be,

Would benefit us both and answer my plea.

So, for me to be approved,

I must first be disapproved.

Thrown to the outer edges where life doesn’t exist.

Then and only then, I’ll be allowed to unfold my fist.

To walk in your shoes isn’t what I’m going to do,

You aren’t able to convince me, you have no clue.

For me, life is far more than just pretending to be,

What people would like for me to say or for me to see.

It’s being who I am with all of my flaws,

Whether passive or angry or sharpening my claws.

So go your own way with your restrictions and judging,

And I’ll keep true to myself not caring what you’re saying.

For Astrid