They don’t know me.
They’re not qualified to judge me.
I’m not the monster they make me out to be.
I’m different.
I’m not wrong.
I have my desires.
I have my own direction.
Yet
I feel the pressure to conform.
I hold back, afraid to offend.
And
I become nothing.
But
They don’t know me.
They’re not qualified to judge me.
I need to be
What I want to be
What I was born to be.
They don’t know me.
They’re not qualified to judge me.