I am the fruit of a different time and place
My freedom is something alien
a beast you cannot tame or calm
because I am my own person.
Belonging isn’t something which is I crave
fitting into your mould for me isn’t necessary
there is meaning to my world without it.
I am a good enough person, that is all
I crave, no more no less.
Having learned (finally), that being me
is purely and simply who I was meant to be
If I try to force myself to fit
then I’d be worshipping a god of clay
Showing only a falsehood, not a truth
continuing on my path I was set upon
A long time before you came along
Never been a one size fit’s all, shrink to fit
the dye is cast the type is set
upon the page that is me
story that is written cannot be changed to suit
For I am myself, warts and all faults
That is good enough. I am not perfect and cannot be.
