Poetry Untitled

So, tell me. What do you think you know? About who I am, and where I go? Are you able to see, just how I'm feeling? Do you care, or even believe in, me? What I dream, and aspire to be?

Don't speak a word. You know nothing about me. So don't pretend to think you're looking out for me. All you worry about is you, and that's okay, you see?

My words may seem harsh, but your actions have been harsher. After all the crap you speak, you actually think I still listen? Oh, please. Give me a break.

You have no idea where my mind has been. And here I am, still wishing, to get away from you one day. You only hold me back, and no matter what you say, one of these moments, will be going my way.

So, question 2. Who are you? What do you want, other than to tear my dreams down? Why do you think I actually want you around?

You are the opposite of good and still you are so proud, thinking your thoughts are so intellectual, just so profound; but you don't impress me.

So stop trying, it's a waste of time, both yours and mine. You will only ever shine in your own mind. As for me, I'll simply refine, the design of what's meant for me.

My destiny, it, only I will be able to define. And you, will never cross my mind...ever. That I promise myself. I can live without your help. I'll never need your so-called assistance.

I'll live better, on my own, no matter what the circumstance may be. I've finally realized just how little you mean to me. You're nothing but selfish, and oh, so greedy.

So go. Enjoy your life, and trust that I'll be just fine. And if saying all this to you has crossed the line, then good, consider it crossed.

Because just this second, I've tossed...you, right out of my future. Good riddance, and don't cry. This is me telling you goodbye.