As days go by, I'm starting to realize the power I have hidden and my ability to free myself from the bounds you have strained on me. Now I fear nothing but myself with the things I could do after removing the fear that was holding me.
I have lost that power when I met you, thinking that I won't use it anyway. It became dormant, kept away by my alter ego for I never believed him that the time like this would come.
Now I regained such. With the audacity and the courage to look at you and your filthy mouth with disgust and shame why such creature breeds so much hate and intimidation. And I pity you for your life has never been confidential, controversial and at the same time interesting as mine, that people can't get enough of what I can offer, including you, thus the desperate attempts to bind me into the steel bars of your envy.
I have set my world different than yours for I never wanted my world to get small like you. And there's a reason why you're not included on mine. Because you don't deserve to be.
Now you should do everyone else a favor and stop squeezing your pouty big fat ass into me. I'm sick and tired of you going gaga behind my back. Your idée fixe breeds so much despondency that's too disgusting to cater or to even disregard.
Pathetic low-life. I bet you didn't expect this either.
Why the fuck are you so obsessed with me?
Labels: relationship, self