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
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