People keep acting as if they know me. As if they’ve bothered to get to know me. And that now they know what I need, know how my life should go. Everyone keeps smothering me, thinking that they understand it all. They say their my friend or that they love me, and tell me what they think I should do. But why does no one ever ask me what I want, what I think I should do, how I what to live my life. Why is it that my life has nothing to do with me, and everything to do with everyone else?
Just once I want to know what it’s like to live my life as myself and not everyone around me.
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