And what if it was all true 

Everything he said about me.

What stood out in my mind?

He called me a baby. 

Did he know how I feel?

Have been ripped open bleeding publicly 

And I was just fine 

Crying in front of others 

Made them help me. 

So yes, I am a baby. 

Or maybe just an authentic human. 

I can’t accept things as they are.

NEVER 

The world needs changers 

Protectors

The earth is filled with pain, anguish

But more, 

People who never try more 

Because they believe they must accept things as they are. 

It makes me think of that Billy Joel line: some people just accept the world as it is. 

You know? 

Did you know? 

People shame others because they want to have power in a situation. 

You speak like you know all truth, as if it’s logical. 

But anger isn’t logical 

Your empathy is lacking 

It’s like you’re incapable of expressing it

Unless it serves you. 

You need to work on how you express empathy 

I said that

And I meant that 

That one must have really hurt you 

I found myself defending, with a millionaire words

all the things you said about me that you thought were wrong

but, maybe I don’t need to

And I just hate that you said it

because I loved you.

But you said it

Whether it was right or wrong was unimportant to me,

except it was the lyrics to your song

and I loved you.

And maybe, I just need to accept

You just didn’t want me. 

There was something always in me that could never allow you to really break me

Maybe it was

deep down, I’ve always really liked me

valued me

I knew how smart I am

I liked how soft I am

I like that I am impossible to fight with because I take ownership and relay true sound logic.

and I spit out a kaleidoscope of word angles that crush with authentic spice

you’re right, I’m not always nice

I like that I know my brain.
I like that I wear my pain

and then I solve it

and display exactly where I am at

I like being stupid and silly

being sarcastic and curt

and that I learn and grow

and never stop

just change tactics

and my super power: I own all of my feelings

They are mine, I feel them, I nurture them.

I make them my children and teach them lessons

I create accountability for myself and I own the dark side of me.

and my eccentricity

I want me

I like me

And now that I’ve had some time away from you 

I realize how much others do too. 

And I think you’re a narcissist 

I’m kinda cute

And you may reason that actually believing something means you don’t say it. 

Undermining personal beliefs that people hold true. 

That’s something that narcissistic people do. 

I believe in me

I like me

This is me 

And your power over me 

has turned to dust

Because I’m actually more together than you. 

And you always knew 

I was smarter than you 

And you always knew

I was kinder than you 

And you always knew 

That I could see straight through 

All the games that you play

Stonewalling 

Blaming

Shaming

There is so much that you were hiding 

My thoughts colliding 

Your moral compass is askew 

A walking contradiction 

You ask for honest 

But you only say honest 

As long as the criticism is not for you 

But, if it is: you unglue

Kick a girl around 

Like she’s something 

You can get rid of 

That everyone is disposable 

That you didn’t care 

You care 

You so care. 

I hurt you. 

And that scares you 

And you know you can think in narcissistic extremes 

It’s your bipolar 

And here I am saying 

I see your stupid stoic outside 

That hurts so much inside

And what’s so sad 

Is that I was hurting inside too

As I stood right beside you 

I felt your hurt too

Held mine 

And a place for you

So I did my job in this 

I was honest 

I gave it my best 

Now I lay it to rest

Off my chest 

All the best 

Whatever power you think you do 

I’m done with you

You run away from every connection you have 

And wear it like an honor badge 

I pity you 

Which is so sad 

Because I could have loved you forever, and damn am I good at loving.

But, now…I realized the truth

I forgive you

And I give you 

To my past 

Free, at last