Box

When I was born, they told me "be who you are,

We're all good inside."

But soon they couldn't stand my identity 

Coloring outside the lines. 

"Stay inside. Don't you stray. 

Ask forgiveness. Kneel down and pray. 

This box you're in, it's for your own sake

Being outside it would be a mistake.

So fake it. Fake it. 

Fake it till you make it. 

Don't let anyone know  

You're more than black and white,

Keep your colors strictly in-check,

Make sure they don't see light.  

Fake it. Fake it. 

Fake it till you make it. 

Hide yourself, don't show the rest

That you're unique. 

Follow the lead, conform now

Be quiet, be meek. 

Fake it. Fake it. 

Fake it till you make it. 

Stand in line. Look down.  

Follow the orders.

No one likes it if you

Step outside these borders.  

Fake it. Fake it.  

Fake it till you make it.  

Don't be naive and speak

Of your individuality 

If they know you're different  

It will be a calamity."

So I faked it. 

I faked it.  

But never seemed to make it.  

Trapped colors seeped through my seams. 

My heart beat faster thinking of its dreams.

My soul held back, but now it teems. 

Once it whispered, now it screams. 

Once it was dull, but now it beams. 

Once it was safe but it craved extremes.

And no. 

You couldn't kill it with your schemes.

You couldn't contain it in your teams. 

You couldn't crush it with your regimes.  

No longer a slave, I now reign supreme.