I wish words would rhyme the way I want them to
Instead of leaving me unsure of what to do
What's next, what do I even talk about?
The words I want always seem to act out
I can't help but care what people think
I'm afraid, searching for that missing link
Between words and actions
Focus and distractions
They're always telling me what to do
How to be, but maybe I can just break the rules
Even an almost rhyme counts
But maybe it's time to just renounce it all
And rebel against the system that made me
The society that betrayed me
I am who I am
You are who you are
Accept it, embrace it
And don't let them take it from you.
I can say what I want, and you know what?
I will.
