Controlling- Poem.
When you get grief for being yourself. Wanting to be free sometimes without catering to someone else. Because you deserve the time you get spend by yourself. You work so damn hard not to pay attention to you. Because you should be able to do anything you want to do, Without giving someone else the power to dictate what is best or not for you. Because you know your heart and soul is amazing. And this person will always be the only one complaining. Not allowing you to do simple things without a fight. Trying to force the words I love you down your throat and expecting you to say it back every time. But you keep giving chances. Because you can’t seem to wrap your own damn head around all of this madness. Because you only see what’s good, not what’s bad. This is the problem and now look where you stand. But the issue at hand isn’t "who I am". Yet they will always tell me ...