I used to believe

There’s a certain way to be

Now I see clearly,

There are so many options. 

The person who tells you 

You have to be a certain way

Is themselves, just trying to stay

Above the waves of imperfection

Gasping for air when they can’t swim

dissatisfied, always

But this is The Way

So it is here they “have” to stay

But… what do you say?