plans

don’t tell me how to live…

don’t convince me I don’t have any love to give…

because you call me all these names…

but in the end you’re the one who can’t heal the depth of your shame….

and I for so long believed it was my….

responsibility….

but you’re just a broken boy masquerading as a man…

and I’m not involved with or a part of your selfish plans…

don’t get me wrong I’m not mad at it…I’m just saying facts….

I’m so tired of wearing your fake smiles and being part of your written acts….

I’m me and maybe in your eyes…not enough is all you’ll ever truly see…

but you’ve never been the determining factor in who I was meant to be….