If I can stay quiet, will you accept me?
If I scream, will you see me?
If I lie, will you know it's a lie?
If I speak the truth, will you claim me to be a liar?
If I say I love you to many, does that make me easy?
If I stay to myself, does that make me un-social?
If I can't see you so I cry, does that make me to attached?
If I can't see you so I hang out with my other friends, does that make me a a slut?
If you claim me to be everything of these and more, you only contradict yourself, so leave me alone, you have no right to judge me.
I don't like being called a hooker, a pain, a snob, to easy, a shut in, a liar, a whiner, unnatural. I'm just like you.
Moody and trying to find my way.
You said you loved me once and then you threw it away so I left.
Don't beg for me back because you miss me when all you did when we were apart, was what you said above.
I don't want to beg for mercy any more. I'll soar on my own wings and fly on my own terms. No one can tell me what to do.
No one can tell me who I am.
I'm done with you and all your petty problems.
I have someone who truly loves me so don't kiss me and say it's my fault, that I'm a slut, that i can't be loved.
You. Don't. Know. Me.
You. Don't. Own. Me
So, are you going to leave on your own.
Or do you need a help, sir.
