You are free to feel, dress, express,
Unless it's to brag or impress.
Be your best!
But that's a total mess...
You should try less. Be honest!
But do not confess.
It's a choice between plague or pest.
I need to rest.
But this stress is hurting,
Slowly driving me into a wall of guilt,
Not even I has built.

I should be strong, keep holding on.
Yet moving on.
Let it go! But don't forget. Regret,
But not too much, it can make you sad,
And that's bad. I want to see you glad.
I can not bare, these tears,
streaming down your face.
And I do not dare, To admit my fears,
in this place.
Where free means all...
I do not want to be.