Mar 2016
All notions of emotions that do compel,
That due me so truly in tremulous motion
Set. Set this blessed mortal coil into action,
And true they do my spirit save from Hell.
So why in my wide-awakened nightmares
Dost the lost choose to give thus to me,
The angers and dangers of abstained Pity,
Refusing, or confusing Love with scolding stares?
When midst the bliss of enjoyment I do naught seek
Their advice, a vice they claim will change me.
That due me so truly in tremulous motion
Set. Set this blessed mortal coil into action,
And true they do my spirit save from Hell.
So why in my wide-awakened nightmares
Dost the lost choose to give thus to me,
The angers and dangers of abstained Pity,
Refusing, or confusing Love with scolding stares?
When midst the bliss of enjoyment I do naught seek
Their advice, a vice they claim will change me.
I am sick and tired of being judged by people who claim they hate to be judged. I am sick and tired of having so-called friends and family tell me what I need to do to be happy, all the while they are what makes me most discontent when I am feeling quite satisfied with who I am, what I am. In my not so humble opinion, I think they are just ignorant enough to want to make me as unhappy as they are by giving me a hard time for being me. How stupid do they have to be, to think that I would take their advice, when they try to insult me in so doing? Imagine that, me taking advice which an insult in disguise!
