I seek to be free,
To be me, only me.

I am strong and happy,
I am smart and savvy.

I pass out smiles,
And I lend many laughs.

But to you I am "none of the above",
Why can't you see, all I want is your love.

You're quick to judge me and my ways,
As I sit back wondering if we'll see better days.

Around you I am angry;
I become tangled as I curl,
Up into a ball,
Whilst the darkened clouds swirl.

As I step foot outside to take on the world,
All the twisted tangles once woven so tight slowly unfurl.

In the end you see,
You must let me be me,
A forever growing and changing tree.
Stop trying to cut my branches that sway,
Waving with the wind on a beauteous summer day.