They gave me a role, I never asked for.

I never auditioned for the boxes i’m put in.

I never asked to be a protector when none is protecting me.

Why am I seen as aggressive? No one is fighting with me.

I am all these things that are never me.


they never want me to be who I’ll always be.

They hate when I’m me; when I’m carefree

As if I disturb them for existing with confident ease


I can’t and won’t help that, believe me.