you may not like this,
but i'm done pleasing you.
i don't owe you anything,
when i'd already given you everything.

for years and years,
[maybe three, maybe four;
it depends on who you ask.]
i've respected your opinions and wants.

but now, when all that's left is nothing,
i refuse to do that anymore.
so i'm writing this for me,
and to hell with how it makes you feel.

[it's not meant for you to read, anyway.
and if you do, well. curiosity killed the cat.
you won't find any satisfaction here.
don't come back.]