just who do you think I am?

Who do you think is me? Who do you think you'll say I'm going to be? Do you think I will listen? Do you think I will care? Don't tell me what is best for me. I have lived enough to know. Don't ask me to act blissfully. When in all reality I feel sorrow. No! I won't pretend to be happy. How dare you ask me to smile. Do you think I'd do that if you hit me? Maybe you should think on that awhile. And don't ask me to stop crying. You touched me there to hurt. Everyone thinks I'm lying. and I can't even sew a torn skirt. How dare you say you hate me. That will leave a scar. And you don't have to love me. you'll hate me even from afar. And those words you screamed at me. and as you held your can of beer. really hurt so deeply. Even though it was a reflection of what you needed to hear. Now I'm so much older and people say I'm young. In my mind there's more wisdom than what YOU think I could become. Written November 14th, 2001 © on Nov 14 2001 09:41 AM PST   10 • 0