Am I cursed? For it seems as though it is true.
With lips pursed, I watch the ruse.
My head aches. I should stop.
No more gossip. No more bullying. Yet are I not the one to blame?
I shouldn't be as what I am.
This is the stuff I shouldn't do.
My constricted resolution.
It does not quite fit. But.
Who am I to judge it just isn't it?
I appreciate the gestures but resolutely, I’m a bitch.
I try to change my outlook, but anger flows through my veins.
There is a reason, why I am as I am.
But its just stuff I shouldn't do.
