I’ll regret in the morning
The words I uttered late at night
And the sleep I missed
Because there’s too much
On my burnt-out mind.

Clouded with the intent
Of pleasing those around us
And following the path
Trampled to death.

Told to be ourselves
In a world that won’t accept
Anything but “normal.”

Told to be who we are
In a world that restricts my freedoms
To the point of violence
Against those who are different.

Who’s to say what’s best for me
When I know myself
More than any of you
Know the real me?

I’ll regret in the morning
What I say with tired eyes
And blurred thoughts.