Past... something I thought you could leave behind but mine just piles on. Layer after layer of guilt and shame that has been dragged into the spotlight time after time. What is the point if all you do is label. You expect me to be perfect in a world best fit for the imperfect. You claim I should know better bit lack to understand the science behind my behavior. I am a predator in the jungle of life. Ready to attack any prey but searching for mate. See I am a wolf so my mate is forever, meaning I have one shot to make this right but you have became a confounding variable in my experiment. I hate the titles you gave me. Taking every second to belittle the little existence I have so that I will never be more than what you expect me to be. Now, I am your stereotype, built from the ground up and broken at every limb. See the monster you made me to be. You hang me by mistakes no wonder I am gasping for air. I need freedom to speak and stand for myself. I need more than just two chances, because third times the charm. I need respect and understandings that I am only human not god nor jesus, so nothing I will ever be perfect. So if you could just understand that I feel like we'll be okay. Just remember, I do have a say.
