You tell me I'm one thing, But really you're just afraid that I'm something Undefinable. You believe everyone is one or the other, But whats the beauty in that? Maybe one day I'm 'They' The next I'm 'She' Then the day after I'm 'He' Don't suppress me for being Everything. Nothing. And Me.
Relieve me from this label, I cannot belong in this cramped space That you decide I fit in I don't understand why anyone would want to be confined To just one thing. You tell me I'm this, Not that. But why can't I be both? Or neither? Why conform? Why conform when I feel so free just being Me.