Do not tell me what to feel.
I know what I feel.
Do not tell me what I love.
I know what to love. I know how to love.
Do not tell me what I am passionate about it.
Because I know where my passions lie
Do not pretend to know me "for me".
Do not tell me that you know my heart -
Do not say you know the inside of my head, you do not.
Do not take control. You do not have to.
I am in control of my own life, somehow.
I may not have all the answers but I make my own choices.
Let me be and I'll tell you who I am.
I'll tell you what I'm all about.
Your fake accusations that you believe to be real used to cut me.
Now they brush off of me. I'm numb to them.
I did what Dad said.
I took out my crayons and colored you.
I've colored you red.
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i love that last stanza!
ReplyDeletehey you, what is going on? no posts since july 8th? come on, get going girl.
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