Perspectives
The fire that was once within me
The charisma you once knew
It is almost gone
It has been subdued
First, you accused me of being someone
Someone that I so obviously am not
You cast me in the role you needed me to play
So you would not be distraught
You want me to be weak
You want me to be wrong
But those are not my lyrics
That is not my song
I want you to be you
As much as I only want to be me
I need you to let me go
And I want you to set me free
Please do not be mistaken
Do not misinterpret me
That is not a request
Nor is it a plea
My story is mine
And it is mine alone
Please don’t expect me to be your everything
Do not ask me to be your home
I have sacrificed and served
I have answered the call and paid my dues
And now, I need my freedom
Even if that means you must lose