He doesn't like the holes in my jeans
Or understand the way I think.The metal in my ears too flashy
The metal through the radio too loud.It's all too much, and I'm too much.
My opinions too strong, my mouth uncontrolled.My feelings too passionate and my anger too heated.
He wants to change me.
He tries to rearrange me.
Cage me.
Then enrage me.Until I finally break free.
To live as I'm meant to be.

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Feeling after Midnight
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