to all of the voices that claimed i was doomed to fail
and all of the words that were spoken behind my back i am the living mirror that reflects your dissatisfaction you impose your inflated standards and push your elevated expectations assuming that ill crumble under the pressure and fall down the stairs of life all you do is reflect your own personal negativity and deconstructive critical analysis you make yourself weak with anticipation of either my compliance and willingness to compromise or my imminent realization that im not good enough i am a reflective surface of all that is unnecessary bending the destructive force you aim at me and giving it back to you stronger and more defined i am the illusion of your little clay human the facade of the malleable child that you want or the down and out loser young adult that will never get both of his feet under him you wont ever get a rise out of me because your opinions no longer matter and your exsistence in my life is growing mold choking me and making me want to throw you out |
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