You Do You, Let Me Do Me

So stop trying to impress me with your fakeness and your false sense of sensibilities. You are not sensible. You are not kind. You are just another fragment another symbol of the times.

 Tired of envy girl?
Tired of playing the martyr yet?
Don’t pretend we are friends.
Not even close.
Why don’t you pretend
that we just met.
Because now I get it.
I see you
for what you truly are.
And there is no one little girl
that is going to fill that void
in your heart.
So stop trying
to impress me
with your fakeness and your false
sense of sensibilities.
You are not sensible.
You are not kind.
You are just another fragment
another symbol of the times.
And I’ve seen you before little girl.
In many other faces don’t you know?
Your story is not new.
It is as old as time itself.
Immortal.
You were sad and alone.
Depressed and unknown.
Lost and begging to have someone
desire you again.
Make you feel like your heart
wasn’t turning into stone
when all you really needed
was to grow a fucking backbone.
And to get some self esteem
to go along with your frown
like we all need darling.
Your story is not that different than my story
To each their own.
But you chose not to listen
you chose to dive in
too deep with another person
to find what was missing.
You chose your choices darling.
And I’ve then chosen
to ignore you.
Because your energy
is bad for my blood
bad for my soul
bad for me to be around you.
So leave me alone.
Talk about what you wish
in a separate room
to whomever
I don’t want to hear it
see it or smell it
because I don’t want to remember.
Do as you desire.
Leave me to myself.
I will burn all the brighter as fire
and leave you to be stuck
in your love sick quagmire.