My happiness is me
not you
Not only because you may be temporary
But also because you want me to be
What I am not.
I cannot be happy when I change
Merely to satisfy your selfishness
Nor can I feel content
When you criticize me for not thinking
Your thoughts for not seeing
like you. You call me a rebel
Yet for each time I have rejected
Your beliefs, you have rebelled against mine.
I do not try to mold your mind
I know you are trying hard enough to be just you
And I cannot allow you to tell me what to be
For I am concentrating on being me.