Don't try to tell me how I should be.
Don't try to tell me what I should believe.
Don't try to tell me not to be angry, frustrated
or short fused.
Don't try to tell me it's not my fault I've been
used...for, now I know better...I'm no longer
as confused.
Don't try to tell me you know how I feel
inside...there are so many things, that
from everyone, I hide.
Don't try to tell me that you know me.
You don't...not as well as you think...
For at least once a day, I feel I'm on
the brink...
I want to breakdown and let it all out.
I want to sit down and cry.
I want to scream, hit and spout...about
all of the things that have shredded
me to pieces, from the inside to
the out.
I want to confront those who have abused
me the most...filled me with hatred, made
me not want to exist...
For now though, I believe it's better that
I settle for writing this.
If you ever want to know my story, my life,
my mistakes...I'll share them with you...just
please for Heaven's sake, make sure it's something
you can bear to hear, for I don't want you to
feel the pain that I have endured, my dear.
If you have doubts about anything I've said...
Before asking any questions be sure to use
your head...and just DON'T.