Am I broken? 
Why do I flip like a token 
Am I a broken human being? 
When I'm happy I'm treated like a king 
But any other feeling makes me a jester or a joke 
My right to feel sadness, stress, or anger has been revoked 
If I try to use my voice 
I've make the wrong choice 
What I should've done instead 
Is to put those feelings to bed 
Anger, frustration, annoyance have no right to be awake 
They should be drowned in the deepest part of Crystal Lake 
My feelings come and go like ocean waves 
At times they've been dark like ocean caves 
Though, the sun does shine 
On this little heart of mine 
No, I'm not a perfect little golden token 
But I am also not broken