Clubhouse confessional

You won’t hold me down My heart fail me now Your temper when we have a row How you act when my friends are around Making breakfast and not making a sound It’s deafening to me I need to be proud Is this what I want? Are my feelings allowed? Am I on a pedestal or a prison cell Either way I hear alarm bells Am I nourished, encouraged, given space to grow? I love you baby but the answer is no And it’s not me - it’s you that has to go But now with the gift of clarity I feel me and have broken free To be happy and find the real me Cleaning my side of the street A smaller world sure But it’s mine and that’s sweet Sound as a pound, I’ll take the world on Along the way, sure I’ll get things wrong But inside and out, it’s pure liberty Sober and sure, how I’m meant to be