the perfect examples

of the American Dream.

All except me of course,

who dares to do something different,

yet I feel like a butterfly

caught in a glass jar.

Everything I do is put up

under a giant microscope,

i just wanna be me,

but nobody wants to accept that.

I dont want to strive for good grades,

look perfect in pictures,

sit up straight at the dinner table.

Who am i trying to impress?

my parents?

What the FUCK happened to unconditional love?

I dont want questioning eyes when I come home late.

I dont want people smelling my clothes

to make sure i've been good.

I just wanna be able to walk the FUCK past you, and into my room

shut my door

listen to music

go to bed

for ONCE

without thinking about how you thought of my appearance,

my hair,

my posture when I walked though that

front door.

<3