the right to be me
I'm forever hiding in secrecy 
the feelings lurking inside of my head.
For if they knew, no-one would let me be
the person I want to be. If I said
that they would accept me, I'd be lying.
They cannot  see how I do what I do.
So they shout abuse and leave me crying
myself to sleep. But in dreams I go to
a place where I'm free to be as I please,
and where all the things I want, I have got.
And where my acceptance comes with an ease
that's only possible in dreams. I'm not
fighting for justice or equality.
I'm just fighting for the right to be me.