You all make me out to be something only you can see. What about me? What if I don't want to be: the motherly figure, the artist, the photographer, the b***h, the nerd...You all make me something I don't appreciate. All because I couldn't show you. I couldn't show you who I am because of all your discriminations. You held me back. I'm restrained. I can't do anything without you looking over my shoulder. Like an ice cube down my back, you leave a chill that confuses me.
And yet, if I show the slightest signs of not being this "thing" you label me as, you assume something is wrong. "Are you ok? Is something wrong? Are you pregant?" I'm FINE. The only thing wrong is YOU; I can't be me because of YOU. I'm not pregant, I'm being me. I'm being the person you surpress so much, and I'm sorry, I can't take it anymore!
What makes you the dictator of my life? What makes you my "God"? I won't worship you, hell, it's not likely that I'll "respect" you with your attitude. The only person who will chose how I feel, and what I am is ME! And I'm proud of it. I'm not your pawn, and I'm not your tool. I'm going to continue being me, and if you have a problem with it, go commit suicide. Nothing, NOTHING will make you my overlord. I will listen to only me.
I refuse to be restrained any longer. I refuse to be put down by your sharp tongue, and I REFUSE to let you control me. It is my body, my soul and my feelings, and I'll do whatever the hell I please with it!
 midnight-mystic-dragon · Tue Feb 06, 2007 @ 07:12am · 0 Comments |
