I don't fold myself in half
Not for anyone, not anymore.
I stand up tall, I reach the ceiling
and if it intimidates,
I just smile and wave.
I grew accustomed to changing my tune
Just to try to hear someone else's.
But I don't sing anyone else's songs
Not anyone's, not anymore.
I don't beg you "hold open the door"
I'm holding open my own door,
Not for you, not for anyone,
Sometimes I write them, sometimes I share them.