Society made plans without meEven in a crowd, I still feel alone
No matter how loud the world is,
I pause everything
Tiny boxes and checklists,
society never describes me,
so I never fit in
I tried to be everything
Tomboy, Slay Queen
but because my place goes undefined
I don’t know who I’m meant to be
I don’t know me and I’m scared because with every day I’m expected to make more decisions that are expected to reflect me
Where does the out the box, lone wolf go to rest?
How can those with no guidelines pass the test?
When will I no longer be an outcast?
I tried it all, it just didn’t work out
When will the world accept I am the diamond yet to be discovered?
I’m not crazy, I’m not seeking attention
There is nothing wrong with me
I’m just tired of being misunderstood