Because of your rules,

I am a zombie.

Not really, oh, of course not.

I don't really eat brains.

But I do walk around 

going through the motions,

not really knowing where I am.

I just want be who I know I am on the inside

I want to feel free and unrestricted 

I do not want to be 

your little zombie 

anymore. 

I am going to wash away

the blood stains on my face

the fake bruises I so carefully crafted on my face

for your approval.

I was meant to be a butterfly, not a zombie,

and you will have to live without me.