You are so pedantic and so acute and you have this way of making me feel so uncomfortable.
You see my inconsistancies and generate new ones, some that I never knew I had.
You are so selfish that you make everything that somehow fits your glove, be the distinction between you and me.
and of course I’ll waiver the mark, because I am not like you and because of this you make me uncomfortable when you try reveal to me that I am not like you and to the mark I must follow.
You make as if all that I do, is under strict inspection and as soon as I deviate from the standard concealed line, you are the first to critisize.
I hestate to make a move because sometimes and have to wonder, is this the right move to make? You make me paranoid and I find myself trying my best to somehow be the perfect you.
and it kills be to pretnds this way, it eats me deep down inside.
leave me alone, and deal with who i am, i am not like you and i never would intend to be anyine else other than me.
No one will make be anything other than me, and even though you try so hard, one day i’ll tell you so.
Please dont probe and fiddle with my inner traits, they are not yours to define and I’ll have them just the way they are.
you are the prober that probes at me, and judges me and compares me…
to who?
to who?
to you, to you my miss guided character
to you.
I am not you.