Free
What will it take for you to see
The side of me I want to be?
Must I walk and talk and dress
Just like all the rest?
Can I show you who I am?
Who I'm meant to be?
Is this all a scam
Or can I finally be free?
Free to make a mess
Free to say no or yes
To know it is worth it
To have my spirit.
I don't sugarcoat a thing
I don't live like a king
I don't need a man
I don't have a tan.
I'm sick of the game
That the world wants to play
No one stays the same
When we're all on display.
I don't want to be like them
When they so easily condemn
Just for the fame
They aim to maim.
I may be a nerd
But is that so absurd?
I may be smart
But at least I have a heart.
Don't you want to be free?
To just be you
To be able to see
How you grew.
I want to be free
I aim to just be me
Maybe one day you will see it, too
The beautiful, marvelous you.
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