The Beast

If I said I don't hunger hate,
It would be a lie,
I've tried my best to assimilate,
But now I'd rather die,
You try to tell me that how I feel,
Is hurtful and so wrong,
You treat me as though I'm the beast,
And tell me that I don't belong,

Don't tell me what to do,
Don't tell me what to say,
Don't tell me I should step aside,
Don't tell me to accept the things that shouldn't be,
Don't tell me how to live my life,

If I said now that I believe,
Would you leave me alone,
Or would you keep on molding me,
Into your perfect little clone,
Or would you whisper behind my back,
And turn away from me,
Like a sickness in society,
A mind that cannot be,

Don't tell me what to do,
Don't tell me what to say,
Don't tell me to believe your lies,
Don't tell me what to think,
Don't tell me who to be,
Don't tell me how to live my life,