i try and speak my mind,
and get my confidence stripped away,
i tell you how i feel,
just like you told me,
and you make me feel small,
like no matter what i do,
it will never compare,
i refuse to be that robot,
who nods and says "yes ma'am"
to every command,
even the ones she knows are far from fair.
i will not ignore,
the burn to speak my mind,
it may not be good in your eyes,
but i feel strong within my veins,
for speaking my mind,
so you can take away my toys and playthings,
but you will never make me quiet,
im sorry to dissapoint.