The Writers' Circle

What do I do?
What should I do?
How do I act?
What do I say?
What do I see?
Think?
Hear?
Taste?
Feel?
WHO AM I?
Or more importantly,
Why should I be who you think I should be?
Act how you think I should act
And all that other bullshit.
Why should I listen to your hypocritical shit,
And form the opinions you say I should have?
You call that living?
That's not living.
That is living death.
A zombie.
Well, fuck that.
I'm not a zombie.
I won't follow you.
You say jump,
I'm gonna say
"The cliff's over there.
Throw your own damn self off it."
Because I won't follow what you say.
I should do what I want.
Act as I wish,
Say what I think,
See what's out there for us to see
Think my own thoughts,
Instead of yours
Hear my own music, the stuff I dance to
Remember, "those who dance are thought mad,
By those who don't hear the music."
I'll taste what I like
SoBe, caffeine, candy bars, and potato chips
I'll feel what I feel, what my instincts tell me
I AM ME.
And you are you.
And you'll just have to deal with it.
Because I won't change.
Not for you,
Not for them,
Not for the big man in the white house,
Not for anyone.
So go find someone else to be your clone.
Cause it ain't gonna be me.