Whose to Say

Your expectations of me;
Unrealistic.
Your beliefs about me;
Untrue.
You compare me to another,
Whom you do not know.
Expect for me to conform.
To Join.
To change myself.
Hide my butterfly wings,
Walk once again
As the caterpillar
Whom I no longer am.
I, who wear the mask of the devil.
I don't want to hear about what I can never have.
I don't want to be you.
I don't want to hear,
To be lectured,
About how I'm ruined.
I've only molded myself,
To what I want to be.
Unrealistic...
To you.
I don't fit...
In your mold.
But who's to say,
That I wanted to.
But who's to say,
That I wanted you...