I hear your words,
they pierce my mind,
they spiral me into the herds.
The herds of currents in my being,
those that I have spent not seeing.
The waves of anger I've suppressed,
all to wear a pretty dress.
All so you could say I'm fine,
all so you could say I'm fine.
But I am not that...
...I am not fine...
I've spent my life trying to hide.
Hide from that which lies within,
hide from that which cries from sin,
thinking I was not allowed,
all so I'd fit with the crowd.
I am done not feeling,
I am done not seeing,
I am done neglecting voices of my inner being.
Done with being oh so proper,
time to shine and time to prosper.
A no is no,
a yes is yes,
I'm done with rigid games of chess.
A show to glow,
and find my voice,
and finally see I have choice.
Choice to feel, choice to think,
choice to question why we sink.
Sink into the stories told,
by those who us want to control.
But I am done with silence now,
feel my force and hear me growl.
So, when I hear your words again,
they can no longer bring me pain.
My mind is clear, heart open wide,
I spiral out and breathe with stride.