I Don't Understand.
You want respect?
You want me to obey you?
Your every command?
Funny.
You really think that I would give respect to you? You are no Aretha Franklin.
You really think I would obey you? You are not a queen.
You really think it would be your every command? You are not Loki.
Stop.
Stop telling me to do these things.
You don't deserve them no matter how much you think you do.
After everything you've done to me,
I Should Be The One Getting Respect.
YOU ARE READING
The Real Me
PoetryI may seem happy, but not really. I smile through the pain and cry deep inside. The world can be a horrible place and the people too, but I keep on living.
