When I stay silent, you tell me I have no opinions.
When I voice them, you tell me they are wrong and I must stay silent.
When I am passive aggressive, you tell me I’m being petty.
When I am straightforward, you tell me I have no tact.
When I try being diplomatic, you tell me I have no morals.
When I am me, you say that’s the last person I should be.
When I was kind and bruised, you called me naive.
When I stopped caring, you said I was cold hearted.
When I tried to and started to melt, you said I was weak.
Now I say,
I am me.
And you say…
Well who cares what the hell you have to say!