I thought a lot, maybe too much,

‘Bout things that hold me back, like an itch.

Then I felt that switch, kept on flicking,

As I battled with it, like a strap, sticking.

Now my worries, they weigh me down,

Yes, they do, wear a heavy frown.

But leaving? No, that’s not the way,

Gotta stay, gotta find a brighter day.

These wounds, they hurt, but I’ll still smile,

‘Cause trends, they’re like scripts, pushing all the while.

But I want true joy, not what they decree,

I wanna embrace me, be truly free.

I reject their words, their cookie-cutter mold,

I wanna love myself, bold and gold.

To live, to breathe, to simply be,

That’s the life I crave, that’s my decree!