This voice inside my head is crying out
To no one in particular, though.
No one seems to understand that I am me
And no one can shape me, 
Mold me, 
Constrain me. 
I do as I do
And what I do
Not to please who you are 
But to please who I am.
And no one can change that. 
Shrill noises bang through my head 
Causing a shift in my equilibrium
Filling my mind with confusion,
Disdain
Unhappiness.
But…in the long run
I know that I do what I do
And I am what I am
Not to please who you are 
But, to complete who I am