Stop accepting things about me and acting like you are above what I've done.
Stop understanding "that's just the way I am" because its not.
And I could care less about understanding from the likes, anyhow.
It took me a long time to realize, no one even asked.
I'm sick of everyones arm
And its length
The smiles of normalcy,
The jest in parting
Followed by forked tongues behind closed doors.
Everyone and their secrets
no one is supposed to talk it yet are common knowledge.
Well guess what.
Mine are too,
So there are no secrets nor a  choice in the matter.
You either get it or you don't
No one will ever set foot in these mangled shoes
And I'm sick and tired of thinking anyone might give enough of a **** to do so, I'm sure as hell not getting in yours.
Which begs the question, why did I care in the first place.
Well I don't anymore.
And honestly I'm better off without.
The world can still go **** itself
But not for anyone else this time
Just me.