In Search Of

At the end of the day

Do you want to label me?

Find a name so that I feel understood?

Included?

Are you so afraid that if I am not branded,

I will find my own way?

They say no one is perfect but perfection is always what is demanded.

They want to give you a name so you feel normal but what is normal?

Why should you be the one to tell me what is and what isn't,

who gave you authority, who gave you the right?

In the blinding warmth of day

or the cold darkness of night,

I need to find my own path.

I am In Search Of

Me.