Don’t tell me what to do!Don’t tell me what to eat, dress or how to feel!Don’t judge me for not being the same! Don’t judge me for not being normal. Don’t tell me where to go, only I know my ways, many I don’t even know where they’re going, but they don’t take away my right to choose.
What if I’m going to break my face, what if I choose the longest path?While taking shortcuts I enjoy the scenery, redo the broken pieces on me, as you get where you want and still feel lost, I take the alternative route and recognize myself in its entire extent. Don’t give me rules, when your rules violate the most precious thing I have, my authenticity.
- It disgusts me to see so many people survive and forget to live.
- How many people die.
- Before they even grow old.
- Die in life.
- They saw zombies following empty and frustrated subhuman prototypes.
- No.
- I don’t want to be like you.
You complain about my big curves, my hair and my colorful skin, you criticize my free way of life, while clinging to broken stereotypes that only suffer, no, don’t give me prerogatives and disgust, if you don’t know who you are, I don’t want to get lost, I found myself and it took me a lot of work, if you want to keep taking shortcuts don’t confuse me with your crossroads , because I’ve already overcome mine and my path I’ve already learned to walk.