I am no longer a prisoner to my own self consciousness. I used to feel bad about myself and not realize that you were the one dragging me down, but now I'm stable and independent.
What a fool. All the times I relied on you and called what we had a great friendship. I swear the older we get the more I start to see things more clearly. Maybe it's a normal reaction to human life. Maybe that's why most people hate being alive toward the end of their life. Because they see people for what they truly are and how the world operates.
I have a hard time with your toxic attitude and the farther I am the easier it is for me to tolerate you. Now I'm here and you're here and we have this creative energy that's broken with different priorities and different responsibilities.
I am not yours! You don't own me, so stop fucking with my mind by pulling me back in the closet and smothering me with lies.
We've never been so different.
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