They put me on a high pedestal
Took away away my mischief
There was no to begin with
They obliterated the chance

I first realised when I turned 14
Was writing last year's memoir
Had no adventure to illustrate
Had no idea of rebellion

I thought and contemplated
For a long long time
What the reason was
Turns out it was me
Me the *****
Me the image conscious
Me the people pleaser
Me the rational.

I envied the free spirited
I yearned their charisma
I wanted to be them
Rebellious and loud

Fair to say
It didn't work out
I was myself
And I'm content.