I’m tired of doubting myself
Of being there for everybody except for me
It’s my turn to stand up
Fight for my rights I gave away
This is my life, not yours
These shoulders will hold you no more

My turn to be something
Long ago, i tried to follow the moss
But I’m done searching
From now on, it’s here
No more chains to keep me down
It’s now.                  Here.

I’m no longer searching
Over trying, overburdened
No longer depending on you
To always be there
Not going to listen to you
When you pretend to be fair

It’s my turn
And I will make something of myself
Time to make something
Of this ****** up, over-analytical,
Piece of mind
I gave to you to control

No more games, and no more stories
I’m writing my own
New pages in this journal
To be filled with new found freedom
I’ve been a slave to you, but I’m done
Let freedom ring