You loved me so much
You refused to believe who I really am
And you belittled the true me
To make me at your false image of myself
I loved you so much
I started to believe that art, poetry and me
We were becoming really futile
And I lost myself in the process of pleasing you
You didn't understand
And you did not really try
I was not angry then
But I'm just angry now.
Because when I ended it
You lost yourself in the process of leaving me
And you're trying to get to me,
To the idea of me, yourself thought I was
So understand someting:
I am a true independent self
I am a tortured artist, writer and poet
And I ******* love who I became !
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 4:11 PM UTC
You loved me so much
You refused to believe who I really am
And you belittled the true me
To make me at your false image of myself
I loved you so much
I started to believe that art, poetry and me
We were becoming really futile
And I lost myself in the process of pleasing you
You didn't understand
And you did not really try
I was not angry then
But I'm just angry now.
Because when I ended it
You lost yourself in the process of leaving me
And you're trying to get to me,
To the idea of me, yourself thought I was
So understand someting:
I am a true independent self
I am a tortured artist, writer and poet
And I ******* love who I became !
