Why do I even bother?

You know sometimes, some times

Most times

I don't want to do what I'm supposed to

What I'm expected to do

I don't want to act a certain way

Or chat a certain way

Or tone down my smarts for someone

Or cloak my humanity

because it's what's expected

Some times

I want to do what I want

Walk how I want, speak the way I want

Dress the way I want

Go wherever I want

But then I can't exactly

Unknow the things I know

The people I know

Or unchoose the things I chose

Or unbelieve the things I believe

So I guess I'm pretty much stuck

With the life I have now

So I take my two hands

Out of my two pockets

I can't possibly go home with them in there

They'd ask who the hell I think I am.