A Part Of Me

Rebel

My room is a mess
I love it nevertheless
My hair runs astray
They never liked order anyway
And I am no less
Than a beautiful mess

My middle finger salutes them all
The ones who dare to call
Me out on my flaws
For them, I reserve my pretty claws
And a feral snarl that echoes
With the sweet promises
Of their sad demise

A streak of rebellion
Taints me red
Why am I always the one to blame?
They are the ones playing the game
I have always been the same
They are ones who changed

There is not a man
Who can tell me what to do
I am never going to
Dance to their deadly tune
And fall in deep into
the maze of delirium

They are the ones enwrapped
In a mesh of lies
Too scared to touch the skies
For that's where true freedom lies