Silenced Voice Broken

Who do you think you are?
Why?
What gives you the right to decide for me?
To constrain me... to give me such limits?
.. To tell me where I belong in this world...
...To tell me what I can and cannot do...
... To speak to me like a child....
over and over, over again

How can you tell me that I won't reach the stars?
Your failing at your job, Mrs. Perfect.
I thought it was supposed to be 'in your position' to push me forward.
... to tell me to reach for the stars-
the same stars that are higher than my fingertips reach.
Good Job... Yeah. You're great at your job.

What gives you the nerve... the downright gall?
What for?
Why can't you believe in me?
What keeps you from seeing me for who I am- for me?
Stop pretending like you care about my well-being...
Stop pretending like you care about my persona.
I don't want you to believe in me... not anymore.
I want, instead, to prove you wrong. So, just let me be.

You do not know me. You will never know me.
And I don't say it to be mean.
I don't want you to know me. I never tried to know you.
So don't try now- its too late.

Your not a shrink. Don't try to be. And don't be mine.
I don't need to be analyzed.
I know who I am. I am proud of who I am. I am proud of where I'm from.
Let me be. Bye. You don't know me, no you don't. Do not try.

I don't give up on myself... even when others do.
I never have, I never will. I was raised better.
I don't care what others think... other than those I hold dear to me.
So get away from me and take your friends.
I don't care what you think. I don't need your approval.
Who is it that you think you are, exactly, Mrs. Almighty?

I should thank you for being so unfair.
I should thank you for being so disrespectful, so judgemental.
Thank you for failing to believe in me,
.. In everything I stand for,
when you never tried to know me...
and never gave me a chance to show my colors.

You can not silence me...
At least never so easily.
I reach for the stars, my own starts, and I find them.
No matter how hard or how tough.
They may not be your stars, but they're my stars.
I don't care about your damn stars.
I am a survivor.
I was built and engineered to be.
I fight for my rights, each and every one.
So hold on tight, Ms. Perfect.

You can't touch me... even if you shut me down.
You won't change my colors. You won't change me.
You won't ever win... even if it ever seems like you have.
You'll just continue on,
naive.. full of yourself...believing that you own me...
Believing that you can control everything... you manipulate everything..
you are fed lies and you believe them....
and the lies are not words that ever fell from my mouth..

Go ahead- cover yourself with the blanket of nobility.
Pretend that you are high and almighty...
when the world that you live in is so small and confined.
Go ahead- presume that you know everything about me..
... presume that you know me.... when you never EVER will or can.
( while I laugh at that prospect you keep).

You can not win. Ever.
You'll exhaust yourself trying.
But Good luck trying.
Hold on to your seat. Buckle in.
Witch. Why?