My life,
That's exactly what it is,
It's mine.
Not yours,
And not theirs,
But mine.
So why do you care?
Why do you care what I choose to do with it?
I'm tired of listening to your crap,
All day and all night.
How I should do this or that,
And how the choices I make aren't right.
You say you know me.
But hey, guess what?
I fucking know me too,
At least better than you.
So don't go prancing around,
Saying you know what's best for me,
Cuz you sure as hell don't.
I've been wasting my life listening to you,
Doing what you want,
Letting you mold me into your definition of perfection.
I tried so god damn hard to be enough,
Not just for me, but for you.
But you were never satisfied.
And I can't help but think,
That if you were out of my life,
I would be satisfied with myself.
I'm tired of you bossing me around,
And all your bullshit about how I deserve nothing and no one,
Well I finally know what to do.
I'm done.
I'm done with you.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Lonely
PoetrySometimes I need ways to express my feelings and I do this through poetry. I am not at all the best poet in the world (not even close) but I just thought I would share them with you. Stay beautiful.
