hi, i’m maddy; the circle they shoved in the square hole.
it's easier said then done
to take off my mask
because I live in the box
where society puts outcasts
i've been pushed and prodded
until my figure fit the cube
and the walls are so tight
there's no room to move
i've become claustrophobic
my breathing is shallow
so many limits and expectations-
not all of which I can straddle
i'm tired and sore
my back needs stretch
but i'll be here forever:
i'm society's wench
I hate that you don't give a shit
and that I care what you think
you tell me i'm crazy,
then normal, a weak link?
then it's okay to cry and
I can't help what I feel-
it'd be nice if
I knew my feelings were real
we don't all have that luxury
so when did we start
saying that depression
was cool and that a heart
is meant to be broken
we're not all the same
it's not fun to be anxious
my life's not a game
that you can imitate, no,
you can't be my mirror
you don't really understand me
I can't make it any clearer:
by confining people in
expectations and opinions
we lose originality
we all become minions
there's no one way to be
stop pretending to be sad
it's a shadow, a dark cloud
not another passing fad.