My writing

Why cant I just be me...?

Why is it that when I do or wear something that makes me happy.. I get torn down
Why can't I wear a tail if I want, it makes me happy?
Why can't I get a lip piercing if it makes me happy?
Because YOU don't like it?
...but.. Are you me?
No.. You aren't me, you don't like what I like
And you don't think how I think or see how I see, because you are NOT me..
But..yet, even though you aren't me and I'm not you..you still tell me what I can and can't wear or do, because You don't like it, You wouldn't wear it, You don't think it looks "cool".

Well...I wanna thank you, for ruining my day, ruining my outfit, ruining the happy Fucking mood I was in because for once.. I saw myself as pretty and happy..

Thanks.. And fuck you, because YOU aren't me..