Under The Sycamore

Let me be me

I'm molding myself into who I wanna be
My ideals lie in the middle of who I am and who I should be
But I'm not one for perfection of self
They wanna make me in to someone else
Turn me into what they think is me
They've been deciding who I wanna since I came out the womb
They gave a name because I didn't have voice
Bought me clothes I didn't want but I couldn't talk
And the minute I try to break out of the box they've built for me,
They say I'm not acting like myself
But I am
Me
As in pansexual and gay as hell
Me
As in hugs for the quiet kid in back
Me
As in can't stop singing or dancing to the rythme of the music
Me
As in anxiety, anxiety, anxiety
Let me be who I want to be
I've been through the options
The phases
The I wanna be you part of myself
So let me be me