Individual

This is what I do. This is a part of me. I dress in many different colors and I dance to whatever beat I find. This is who I am. You don’t have to understand; this isn’t your life. It’s mine. I thrive off of my own individuality. You obviously don’t. Don’t call me crazy; you’re the crazy one. Try for once to live outside of your comfort zone, outside of the box. Push your lifestyle to the edge. My life has been great without people like you encroaching on what I’ve tried so hard to create. What you see here isn’t something that happened over night. My life is one large, beautiful piece of art. Don’t you make me throw it away. I love who I am. I hate who you are.

I hate how you question me. I hate how you are always so quiet. I hate how you look at me. I hate the way you make me feel. I hate everything you’ve become. I hate everything you were. I hate you. You hate me.

But yet, I can’t stop loving you.