You didn’t know what I was capable of.

In fact, you didn’t know me at all.

And I got sick of holding a key in front of you.

I got sick of saying this means this and that means that.

I should not have to explain what I am about, it is exhausting.

You always looked at me the way girls dream of being looked at,

but it turned out to be only a wasted, blank stare.

I’m going my own way,

surrounding myself with people who don’t look at me

like I’m some ******* puzzle.

I am not a puzzle.

I am put together just fine,

and I don’t need your bottle of glue to keep it that way.