They're tied to an old personality

The old way i used to act 

Used to turning my head 

Everytime someone called the name

Too much, too sensitive

Too chaotic, too loud

Being too quiet and too needy

Too something

Wearing those labels

Wearing them like chains

Banging against my ribs

Trying to move

Learning the difference

From the name and the wound

Being who i am

And what they wanted me to be

So they could be intact

I don't respond

From the echos from expectations 

Not shrinking myself

So id fit what they drew

With their rocky hands

I only answer

To name i give myself

They are true

Im breathing

And opening a new door

When someone calls me

By something less

No head will turn,

My head stays straight

My feet keep moving 

Like i never heard them

– E. J.