Soapbox

Fragments

This is from back in high school too. I didn’t conform even then.

Sometimes there is a part of me
That’s running like a child,
Thumbing my nose at your grown-up world,
Mischevious and wild,
Questioning and seeking,
Moving, never still.
I know you don’t approve of me,
I know you never will.

And sometimes there’s a part of me
That doesn’t want to rush.
I take my time to think things out-
True feelings can’t be rushed-
To think and grow in sunshine Like flowers on the sill.
I know you don’t approve,
I know you never will.

Sometimes there flares within me
A rage I can’t conceal.
Don’t try to tell me how to act,
What I should think and feel!
Glaring in hot defiance
Against your angry chill
And I know you don’t approve,
I know you never will.

Always there is a part of me
That knows I will give in.
You’ll smother me with love and concern
And in the end, you’ll win.
So I’ll hide those other parts of me
And try to be as you will
But you know I don’t approve of me then
And you know I never will.