I never said I was perfect.
I know I have my flaws.
I do my best to cover them up.

Being the opposite
Of what I am.

Being something
That I'm not.

Accepting other's views.
Improving.

Can't you just accept
The way I do things?

How much more Perfect* Do I have to be?

It's the only thing
You can say.

"Bossy"

There's something
You've never realized
When you only ever say

"Bossy"

You don't judge
Someone else
Without comparing yourself
First

So please.

Okay.
I know I like to get things
Done
Fast.
But without any
Edge
Without any
Form
Plan
Firmness

How do you expect me
To lead?
In a room full of chatter
And one
Tiny
Voice
Asking a question
Nobody hears?

Or getting things done
Before time's up
If I stand there
And shut up?

All you ever do
Is tell people what to do
Force Your ways
On to others
Like in history
Trying to be the loudest
In the room
Cut others' off
Criticize without basis
Throw out words
Carelessly
As if they didn't weigh a thing

Without realizing

YOU'RE EXACTLY THE SAME

Or worse.

So tell me.
Who
Is
"Bossy"?

It is never possible
To say
What you want to say
All your thoughts
Honestly
Frankly
Unveiled
Uncensored
Without getting
Misunderstood intentions
Or
Causing harm.

And so the angel
Broke her silence.
























































­                                                                                                 And that's when she fell.

I can no longer talk
In that way
Say the things
I used to say

Or do the things I used to do

Or be the way I used to be

Something just tore

And I'm
Sorry
I can't be that angel
Anymore

And so you know now.