You're not giving me room to express myself.
You're telling me to put everything I am on a dusty shelf.
This poem goes to you
and all that you do.
I'm not the same kid I used to be,
So stop treating me like a baby.
I can't be me because
you want the me I used to be.
I feel like you're chaining me down
with chains that are at least 100 pounds.
I'm different can't you accept that?
Stop treating me like a stray cat.
How is metal bad?
I assure you I'm not in some kind of evil fad.
can't you hear me weep on the inside?
No, you rather have me hide.
I'm not saying I'm an anthropomorphous.
I just need room to breathe
and be who I want to be.