It's all about you...
You love me, but you aren't interested in my feelings.
You tell me "sticks and stones" when you cant even take a comment.
You don't want to build me up too much, so you end up tearing me apart.
You care about me and that is why you must control me.
You won't ever understand that your "status" is a terrible reason for me to choose misery.
You will call me selfish for living my own life, and yet...
You don't see that that you are selfish for dictating a life that isn't yours.
You were deluded to think that your perception of joy is the same as mine.
You choose to live for the afterlife and I will not let you kill me before I'm dead.
"You" will not drag me down...
But who are you?