Stuck in the Clique

Stuck in the clique

I hate the way that you all think
It‘s driving me to the brink
You all think you know me better than myself
Your thoughts are damaging my mental health
I hate the way you all look me up and down
If only it were to frown
I’m sorry if I make you feel the way you do
But honestly you don’t have a clue
Its not intentional, I want you to know
When I think about it I often feel so low

You all hold me up so high
Often admiring my latest buy
Sometimes I wish that I wasn’t as nice
Many of you reckon I held lucky dice
I hate the way that he does talk
One day I’ll find the courage to walk
About our relationship he mouths off
Me sparing you the details with a subtle cough
Feeling like a golden trophy, on the mantelpiece
His treasured possession on far too short a leash

I hate the way none of you disapprove
I pray and wish you would run…just MOVE
I am screaming at you all
You’re building me up for a great fall
I wish you would just be yourself and not to copy me
That is my one and only and plea
I want to rebel, scream and shout
Run around and thrash about

I don’t want to be queen bee
I want to run away, be free
I felt trapped, I’d had enough
Sorry if it sounded so tough

One told me that you were all lost
Yet none of you contemplated my cost
Another shouted so selfishly
None of you facing reality
Can’t you see that I have freed
A space for someone else to lead

I love you all that you must know
However I made the right decision to go
For I am now with some others
All individuals not just covers
I have broken down my glass cage
No longer do I suppress my rage
Friends forever I’m sure we’ll be
I really hope that one day you’ll be able to see
But now that I have taken the door
I want you to see that we were four.