No Persons Soldier

Who isn't a soldier? Please don't dress me up in the only colours of what you believe your society should be.
Please don't paint my life full of dark lies, and please don't train my feet to move forward in marching motion to a silent beat that intentionaly provokes no emotion
Please don't lie me on my back just so you can use my body for cover, or use my eyes and voice in an attempt to try and discouver...
Your truth? Fatigues? F-@-cK yous... I'm not cloned for your abuse.
The strings are cut my friend, you can cry puppeteer
But I am who I am, still because of what you taught me, because I learned how to rebel and find my own place, that goes against your dictated running, rampant, stomping rat race
I've found my own rights... own values... beliefs. I shine bright smiles outward, inwards, with my own face. Dance freely through my own parade, instead of your make-believe masquerade.
I don't pretend to be a leader, but I'm on my own way, no longer your dull tool... defined and trained to only read the lines forced into me through my years spent following your rules
I no longer exist for your power, i've turned around and i feel free, now that i've left you, to let you try and comprehend the reasons behind my cold shoulder. the answer is so simple my friend... between the line of lies, truth be siad...
thank you for trying, but i will be no persons soldier.