They say be yourself but that is not what they really want
What they want and need me to be is a picture perfect someone who isn’t me
They try to cover up my frown with their mask, and hide me-away so I-don’t ask,
Or uncover any of their secret schemes, so dark even the night screams.
Their shackles are like the stubble of the earth, powerless.
I will not submit, and I will not fear
I know now I am a warrior, armed in truth, and their end is near.

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