I’ve got a fever inside ready to break out
I’m angry at my thoughts and all my self-doubt
I’m angry at the people who doubted me, too
But that’s a tiny flame, it can barely reach through
The tunnels and chasms I’ve built around me
But it’s burning, I feel it, and I’m hopeful you’ll see
It well overboard in a simple, brave act
And I would be free
And there’d be no regret

I’m hopeful that one day – soon maybe – you’ll see
That I’m at my best when I am just me.
Screw the conventions
Screw your lives’ rules
My life is different, please see that, too,

When you judge and you joke there’s an ache that goes deeper
It grows and it threatens, it cages the fever
And as the fire grows larger, the bars close in
Fire on metal
No one can win

I know I must grow up and decide for myself
But it’s so hard
‘cause inside I’m just a little girl
Whose life has been strange and fearful so far
And I’d rather not live all the time behind bars

I’m ready to break out, I’m ready to fly
I won’t live by your rules
I’d much sooner die.

So, go ahead, fever
come overtake me
I’m all yours
keep growing
come set me free

Lara Wilson

Lara Wilson

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Lara holds a B.A. in Comparative Literature. She's a native New Yorker, an after-school English tutor, and a bookworm.
Lara loves photography and horseback riding.
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