I am what I am,

Let me be the way I am.

I croon for the sake of joy,

I sing for myself to enjoy.

What if I am not a star,

Constant cribbing makes my heart char.

Can I not be what I am,

And still be loved for the way I am.

Don’t  I have the right to be,

Right to be the way I am?

It is difficult to come to terms,

As each passing moment I squirm.

I do not dare to give a damn,

And silently sulk to be accepted the way I am.

All these years I kept on aligning,

Stifling all my urges to keep smiling

But something inside is burning hot,

To make the way for what I ought.

Breaking the shackles from where I am,

To live a life as what I am..

I trust the day is sure to arrive,

When the universe would connive.

To make way for what I am,

And still be loved for the way I am.