The Beast

If I said I know hunger and hate
It would be a lie
I've tried my best to assimilate
But now I'd rather die

You try to tell me that how I feel
Is hurtful and so wrong
You treat me as though I'm the beast
And tell me that I don't belong

Don't tell me what to do
Don't tell me what to say
Don't tell me I should step aside
Don't tell me to accept the things that shouldn't be
Don't tell me how to live my life

If I said now that I believe
Would you leave me alone
Or would you keep on molding me
To your perfect little clone

Or would you whisper behind my back
And turn away from me
Like a sickness in society
A mind that cannot be

Don't tell me what to do
Don't tell me what to say
Don't tell me to believe your lies
Don't tell me what to think
Don't tell me who to be
Don't tell me how to live my life

Don't tell me not to hate
Don't tell me I don't see
The people that destroy my society
Don't tell me I am wrong
Or I don't understand
Your political correctness
Is so out of hand