You expect me to unleash my anger and stress that I hold, out onto you with these little petty arguments we may share. You expect me to know the answer to every question you ask me. You expect me to be the last resort and tell you what you want to hear even when you know your wrong. Simply said, you expect me to be this perfect image in your mind of the perfect friend, daughter or however your acquainted to me but your wrong, very wrong. I am a living person and I have a mind and heart of my own with its own beliefs. I have a past that drastically impacts my present, that I let impact my life. I am not your perfect image, I am a imperfect human being just like you and every other human being on this earth. Never expect me to apologize for voicing my opinion or being who I am, that's nothing to feel apologetic for. Never expect me to fall below of who I am for someone, that's something that I will never do again.
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Welcome To My Life
Poesía(This book was actually a draft that I had on my old account that I looked back into and wanted to share it with you all. It's basically the same thing, poems and more poems, but these are poems that are special to me. They each show a point in my l...
