Off My Chest

I don’t-like
To do as I’m told.
There. I said it.
I don’t fit your mold.

Good luck with your thing.
It’s just not for me.
I’m not made for your box,
How you’d like me to be.

Yes, I can’t do it;
Just-don’t want-to.
Let’s leave it there.
I’m done. We’re through.

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