What’s with the change?
I always felt I had to rearrange.
For some reason I wasn’t good enough
To please people it was too tough.
I cared about what you thought
If I could, a new body I would’ve bought.
A new personality I would’ve stole
And to be pretty would be my next goal.
I’m tired of trying to please people
Being yourself is not illegal.
You don’t like the flats you like heels?
Try them and see how they feel.
I like my home made sweater I’ll wear it everyday
I will not change it no matter what you say.
Don’t like my hair
I’ll shave it and go bare.
If I’m too short don’t look down.
Too dark you may think we are- well this is how it stays.
we will not change our ways.
we will stay the way we are.
Not enough make up or too heavy?
Or too much make up?
I finally like me
So don’t tell me who to be.
Don’t tell us to stop eating
Don’t tell us to stop crying
Don’t tell us to let it go.
Don’t tell us were immature
Don’t tell me I’m a liar.
Don’t tell us were fake.
All the times I’ve stopped eating
And bulimia I was leading.
Just to feel worth a dime.
Now- I’d rather be squirt in the eye with lime.
That’s what I say as I pound on my drums without a beat.
Maybe we’ll stop doing our hair
Maybe we’ll stop wearing makeup and never wear hi heels.
And maybe I’ll never smile again
Or maybe I’ll never stop smiling.
We are us.
I am me.
We accept.
Do you?