I don't make deals.
Not with the devil.
My head is level.
You can't scramble my mind.
Organization is what you'll find.
It is too good to be true.
Decline all offers.
Refuse to be a published author.
I don't need the critics.
Someone will always disagree.
With who or what I choose to be.
My beliefs are mine.
My morals conflict & controverse.
I no longer have to try.
I do not need to be in the public eye.
I prefer private eyes.
The whole world doesn't need to love me.
Or even like or know me.
I no longer want to be number one.
Or anyone's favorite, I am Ariel's mom.
You can have the glory.
My thoughts burn & simmer.
I don't need to be a best seller or a winner.
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
I don't make deals.
Not with the devil.
My head is level.
You can't scramble my mind.
Organization is what you'll find.
It is too good to be true.
Decline all offers.
Refuse to be a published author.
I don't need the critics.
Someone will always disagree.
With who or what I choose to be.
My beliefs are mine.
My morals conflict & controverse.
I no longer have to try.
I do not need to be in the public eye.
I prefer private eyes.
The whole world doesn't need to love me.
Or even like or know me.
I no longer want to be number one.
Or anyone's favorite, I am Ariel's mom.
You can have the glory.
My thoughts burn & simmer.
I don't need to be a best seller or a winner.
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