Every time somebody says something

I think the opposite

When they say green I say red

I will not put myself into situations

that I don't like again, I have to be

free, to run with rain,

in my hair, to slip my hands in

glass, to cut my fingers, and bleeding

Past pain, 

never again will I do as they want

as I am different just as whim

As he left the other day he said

Now I go back to my reality

but what you are doing is what you 

are doing..

I am lucky as I put my hands in

glass and the skin rips...

it rips for me it is my choice.