White walls and a blue door are all that I see
For me is there no escape, the lock to this door must have a key.
I am here for being me,
The only person that I can be.
This place it tries to convert me,
With such brute force they try to drown me.
To submerge my head in their philosophies.
To force me to absorb it’s twisted ideas.
Force me to conform.
Force a herbivore to kill.
Force a cripple to dance.
You shackle these wrists
And you shackle these ankles.
These shackles cold and hard and made of lonely steel.
Your shackles will not hold me.
Your shackles cannot stop me,
They cannot bind me to this wall of stone
I will break free and crack these shackles.
I must stop wrong,
Those who abuse their power,
And trample on the rights of others.
They are not right for here.
They should be inhaling brimstone and flames.
Flames evil as they, will sting their face.
They will continue to submerge me.
I will continue to resist.
They will strive to change me.
I will change for no one.
