I'm Through

by AlyssaBrook   Oct 20, 2007


Put up your fists and fight
Show me all that you can do
Bare your teeth, extend you claws,
Stare me up and down
I'll put up my fists
And my battle face will grin
Bring out the Wild inside of me
I'll give it my all; and win
For you are no longer in control,
I am the Master of me
Society, you poor thing,
I am winning this moral fight
Being you is easy,
However, it drains the 'me' away
'Tis difficult to be myself
But now my true colors shine
Raise your flag of white and give-in
For the battle is now through

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