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.