Aren’t you bored
talking about the same old issues
over and over?
There are lots of other things going on this world.
Don’t try to choke me.
Your guilt trip is unnecessary.
I’m not responsible
for sad feelings you can’t always handle.
I’m mentally-drained.
Sometimes we all have to deal with the pain.
But I no longer wish to play this game.
I don’t even care if you feel I’m to blame.
Aren’t you sick and tired?
Well, I’m jaded.
I bet they’re all fed up too.
Either way, we can never win with you.
Go on, have it your way.
There are no more words left to say.
Maybe you’re right; perhaps it’s true.
Being there has never really been good enough.
You can say we never truly care about you.
I need to breathe.
I need to live.
I need to feel free.
Something’s got to give.
It doesn’t matter what you’ve done
or where you’ve been.
You’ve been dwelling in your own misery too long
that – to others - you’re just being enviously mean.
I choose to be happy.
You can no longer affect me.
You have no rights to make me feel guilty.
R.
(Jakarta, 1/2/2014 – 3:34 pm)
