There are parts of me that I expressed
That are now only memories.
The past me that I do detest
Is it something only mother sees?
Or my counselor who told me that
A shell would make me invincible
A mental shield so when they spat
I'd only find it trivial.
Or maybe God would help me find
The strength to forgive my enemies
But the church's kindness did unwind
So I did leave the vicinity.
And so, at school, when I would go
Unable to please anyone
I would find friends who'd let me know
I didn't need to please anyone.
It was then that the me I knew
Cast off like scattered debris
I'd been searching for a single clue
On how to just be me
There is no gender or a race
There's no sexuality
There's only my own smiling face
There is only me.
The me of my memories
I'll always have beside
But who I am from this point forward
It's mine to decide.