• So, I am told we are here,
    But where is here?
    I am told we are home,
    But I feel so damn alone.
    I am told we are safe,
    But I feel so betrayed.

    I am told what to believe,
    And told what to create.
    I am told what to love,
    And told what to hate.

    We are told not to kill,
    But we tear apart lives.
    As if there is any difference,
    In killing with knives.

    I am told how to dress,
    How to eat, live and lie.
    I am told what is wrong,
    But never what is right.

    They can tell me what they wish,
    Shove their ideas down my throat.
    But I am who I will always be,
    And not what you promote.