Ungrateful?
Sorry if i turn out to be the worse of what you think i am, but i guarantee you that you'd never find someone who's carried so much weight in her heart for the pain of others. How is it fair that you judge me by what i made of, in one day? You think it's easy to sit home, and listen to all the arguments and feel like it doesn't matter when that's the only cause to my over born stress and aches? I care. And i don't need you to be the judge of what i care about cause you can't read my feelings, and you never will. Fight all you want. Judge me all you can. But one day i'll wake up, making you feel like you were wrong about what you said, and i'm sorry. Because i'll never be the best of what you want me to be, but i can be the best of what i can be.
Fighting for someone who proves you wrong, every single time.
Give me a break. Are you even noticing what I've given up for you? To much space leads to over bearing power, control, and suddenly, you're not you anymore. You care too much, only to realize you forget to care about yourself.
A puppet, with strings to be pulled.
You can't fucking please everyone.
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