i can't believe where i came from sometimes. what i've accomplished without much support from the people who claim to be the most connected to you. this is called family. the people that usually have something negative to say about who i am, before a stranger would. it's hard to love with open arms, when every time i turn around your calling me just to shoot my down.
is it my fault that i make things happen for myself. if i want it... i create a way to get it! i do not wait for someone to hand me shit, i go get it! but you hate me for that. you blame me when your not happy with who you are, because someone asked you about me. what kind of stuff are you on? but i'm selfish because i'm not thrilled at the sound of you breaking wind. you really make me sick sometimes, because there has never been any competition between us for me. you are who you are, and i am who i am.
NOTHING MORE.... NOTHING LESS!
stop this consist game of one upping me, because i am not playing. i like my life. i love who i am. i don't mind being the simple on, yogi-ed out, messy hair (locks), dressing out of thrift stores, hanging at the park, or just sitting on the couch on a friday nite. i am who i am... and if you can't respect me for that & love me like this...
then don't call me no more till you fix your issues. because i'm fine!
No comments:
Post a Comment