Seditious moon

I wish I could believe in
my body clock,
(tick tock)
the seasons,
(they change for a reason)
and the pull of the moon

How to listen
to them
as they make me seditious

And tell me
to stand
for what I am
and be
what I need

And let society see
the error of their ways
and the path to self acceptance
is the way
to the rejectance
(will you allow me
the liberty?)

of all that's unjust

in our world