I'm done with the script
Done with holding my tongue
I won't say what you want me to
You aren't my director
Nothing makes you special
I'm done with the script
Words written on an imaginary slip of paper
With invisible ink
I'm done holding my tongue to make you happy
You don't control me
And you might be an actor
But I am not an actress
I'm done with your script
I write my own story
I'm ready to be me
And no one can tell me
Who to be
