You hear it right
But you read it wrong.
Being you wasn't ever a confine,
Being you was an out-of-tune song. Being you behind a closed door,
with all pain and no power to steal,
Being you is what matters,
Being you is the big deal. Like a song that meanders,
Through the emotional words,
with music that's wandered off,
in a melody of the absurds. But if you still choose to sing it,
unabashed from your window,
loud and proud.
Thats when you matter to yourself,
And for once,
to be heard,
You don't have to shout.