“What do you want me to say!?”
I know not what verbal intonations I must gasp for my most urgent thoughts to be portrayed
In a manner of which will ease upon your conscious
My utter mass confusion for why you see my actions as a direct act of defiance
I merely yearn for the slightest inkling of a possibility
To cultivate my unique sense of blossoming identity outside of this stifling cardboard box we identify as our “hometown tranquility”
For it is so agonizingly obvious that we lack the ability to share our vastly contrasting mindsets  
As my aspirations guide me into uncharted territory and the impending uncertainty was never your intent