I'm not ready to go back
To the appointments
To the schedules
To the numbers
To the people
To the strangers
To the anger
To the confusion
I’m not ready to conform back
To the person I thought I wanted to be
**** that!
***** this!
I'm not going to act like
What you think bothers me
I'll live the same as I lived here
It'll annoy you
You may hate me
I'll hate myself
But know what's funny about hate?
It never quite sticks around
Long enough to evolve
Into something more.