You judge and mock me, steeped in tradition. You're all the same.
Because I chose for my eyes to be opened, I am the one to blame.
I don't fit in here nor there, I'm a product in the making.
So dissatisfied in your environment, I can't go on faking.
I am who I am, and that's all I can ever truly be.
So stop trying to change who I am. Let me just be me.
I don't fit into your mold, so I'm slowly walking away.
I'm not angry; just disappointed that I can no longer stay.
But i've got to follow the path, though it's a lonely road.
in the dark hollows and secret chasms, I make my abode.
for the Light draws me through this lonely barren place.
Though none go with me, I wander on until I see His face.
You may not understand me, but I no longer need you to see.
I am just who He has made me; I can't be what you want me to be.
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