The Choice Is Mine

Hello world. The following was written 10/23/2015.

The Choice Is Mine

The fiery pain, of this murderous rage.

Has me feeling as if, I am going insane.

Those who refuse to allow me, to be me.

Constantly dictating what they, think I should be.

Trying to drag me down into your misery.

No thank you, that isn’t for me.

The more you push, the more I move away.

I am not into, these games you play.

Thinking you are the Guru and know what is best for me.

Sorry, but I, am the Guru of me.

I will think, speak, and believe as I do.

No one will rule my world, especially not you.

As I shut the door in your face.

Your calculated looks of love, turn to hate.

Unless I am doing, whatever you ask.

A judgmental knife, you’ll twist in my back.

If this is what love, means to you.

You are more twisted, than even I knew.

How does one learn to love, unconditionally?

When all the examples you get, are egoistic and illusory.

Dictated to you, with the back of a hand.

You learn to do, on demand.