the prayer of just a kid

dearest dearest teacher sir
where do i go from here
i'm near the place where i fear
i can't hear what you're saying anymore
i refuse to believe that you believe in me
cuz i can't see how you view me
and i'm scared that i've bared
too much of my soul
maybe i'm really dull and i can't pull
my weight
underneath uniformity and conformity
i'm pushing, trying, seeking to be unique
in this small society
of stereotyping and backstabbing
i'm scared to be me
to be free to see what me can be
so dearest dearest teacher sir
please help me break out,
not doubt,
and not whisper but shout
that i'm comfortable
being vulnerable
and i'm who i wanna be

~Biggy Blue Eyes