Free To Be Me

Tired of being unable to drive

Makes me feel like I’m nothing inside

I have the license but without the key

There is no way for me to fly free


If they’d only let me go, then maybe they’d see

I wouldn’t have to hide the real me


Until they accept me for who I am

I’m stuck hiding for as long as it takes

Under this fake, cheery personality

Wondering when or if I’ll ever be free

To be me


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