Have I ever met you before?
Can I shatter all the pieces and leave them on the floor?
Please no please don’t say anymore
Don’t give me another reason to start another war

Living with the voice of who I am or am not
Living with the voice of what is true, real, or thought

So how do you label Yourself?
As minority?
As authority?
Let me ask you who put you there?
So did they do?
or did I do?

Want to listen to every little pretty picture and snare?
Follow blindly
Don’t define me

If I am to be on my feet alone then who am I
To listen to what my devils are going to pray to me
If I am to be in my heart alone then why am I
To oblige to what my voices honed will go to say to me

Stare at me and stare at you
What did you do?

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