My words ought to be feeble

My thoughts tame & lame

My voice should shiver

My hands might quiver

As I attempt to express

I break a thousand codes.

As I dare to exhale

I broke a million hopes.

Is it a manufacturing defect?

Or

just the essentials of being a defect?

In the system of ages old social contract.

Be docile,
Be polite,
Be patient,
Be submissive,
Be fair,
Be beautiful,
Be sexy,
Be elegant,

So many requirements!
Just for one acceptance!
What if I refuse?
What if I don't require You?
As all your requirements are just not Me.
And to mould This ME for YOU...

That's just doesn't suitable for me.