The Real Me

I'm judged by the way I look
I'm judged by the way I act.
People watching my every move
I can't even relax.

Wanting me to do this
Wanting me to be that.
They treat me like their puppet
I think I've fallen into their trap.

But I'm tired of caring what people think
I just want to be me.

Is it too much to ask
To just want to be me?
To go and do whatever I please?
Can't you see?

I don't want to be controlled anymore
No strings attached or phony wires.
Controlling what I do and what I say
No more holding me back.

You can't take the real me away.

- Stefanie, 2003