Why do people take one….

Why do people take one look at me
and decide because im different
i have to be forced to change
against my will
to be turned into what im not
a faker a lie
well that’s what you want
don’t you mom to make me into
the thing you call a perfect daughter
not the dark nightmare you think
i am all because of a man
you turn your back against my views
you throw my belongings
and replace them with pain
just what you wanted isn’t it
a daughter who is enfolded in colour
not a black mystery of deep thoughts
you say when i leave i can go back
but it isn’t that easy
then the lies would have destroyed me
i become yet another faker in the world
why don’t labels ever wash out
you accuse me of being Satanist
when i aint im atheist
but you push my belief
into your own choice
well im not changing mom
you can haunt me forever
im different
and that’s the way im staying.