perfect…
quiet…
obedient…
these aren’t words to describe me…
I’m a person.
I’m a person….
But I don’t know what you are…
Because you don’t feel when I’m left broken…
And you don’t pause when I fall apart….
There’s no love or kindness within your own heart…
I don’t know how…
I don’t know why…
But I don’t need to anymore…
You are you…
I am me…
I don’t need you to feel loved or be free…
