My Life

My Life
I fucking hate my life
I don't believe I genuinely hate it
more like I hate what it's been modified into
It's not me it's what people want me to be
So does that mean I hate her?
That has to be what it is
I have to hate her
Because I'm great
I'm happy
I'm free
and I'm beautiful in every possible way
but her....
she's weak
she's insecure
ultimately she's scared
she longs for acceptance
so she's quiet
she just sits back and listens to what everything everyone says to her
and she tries to change into what everyone wants her to be..
I feel sorry for her
I wish she knew what it was like...
what it's like to have a mind of her own
Hell to have a life of her own
and as much as i feel sorry for her I feel sorry for me
because...she is me well she's apart of me
I'm angry that I've let her into my life
I've let her consume me
I am her and she is me
and we fucking hate our life
but we have hope that we'll learn to love it eventually