I didn't ask for your opinion
-you gave it bluntly-.
I asked for an explanation
-you said you didn't need one-.
I wish I could tell you to practice what you preach
but I always leave well enough alone
I won't listen to your foolish speech
chances at forgiveness have already been blown
I don't know how to tell you
this is my life
-not a chance to relive yours-
I'll make my mistakes, accepting consequences,
I'll pick my own battles and fight my own wars
I'm free to believe what I please.
Now I'm old enough to think
to stand on my two feet.
Author notes
You take your shit, I'll take mine- but I wont take yours."
A contest entry
- A Fistful of Prompts by VoltaicHypnosis.
750 points, ended July 4, 2008, 18 entries
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Fantastic! What a write, what a read! Well spoken, love the strength in it. Thanks for the entry!!
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