A Letter of Complaint

To whom it may concern This is a letter of complaint See I was told I could be whatever I want Without any trials or restraint, But why do I feel so deceived When the world says that I'm free And so I dress to my liking Only to find eyes glued to me? And when the words unveil me It's as though I've killed a man When its about sex, drugs or violence That's when society gives a damn But other times they are blind And cannot even see my fiction Each stroke of my brush is a painting To show them my own depiction And why do you find necessity To comment on my weight When I was perfectly happy in my skin Now you're the reason that I self hate And why do I need to be labelled By my beliefs, background or race Can't I just be a human Without any trace of debase? See I just want to be free Free from their expectations Free from their ideals Free from the image of myself in their minds Free to express what I conceal How can I dance,  with this grip around arm And when I begin to fall in love  Off goes that same alarm Why is it such a struggle  To expand this rigid fissure  Do they want me to drop my brush So that they can complete my picture? Yours ever so faithfully, Ijustneedtobefree