Breaking The Mold

I want to leave,
Go anywhere but here,
Anywhere but where
I must fit this mold.
Yes,
You are correct,
I was happy there,
Before.
Now,
All I feel is fear,
That someone will see
Me reshaping it,
Spilling out of it,
Contradicting it,
Abandoning
The mold which they all
Love.
Now,
I worry you will force
My body back into
That forsaken mold.
I cannot live there
Anymore.
Its wrong,
I can't ignore that.
I must make
A new mold
My own formation.
Please,
Leave me be.
Let me make
The worst of mistakes,
Let me find
Myself.