The grey came in
and I was lost in the fog.
The last time you wrote
I just can't recall.
I realized what happened
and how your soul died.
I understand completely,
I just watched and I sighed.
I dodged that bullet,
I am thankful for that.
I just got hotter,
and you just got fat.
I can laugh at it all.
You are what you hate.
You sold it all
for a life that's half rate.
That's cool if you tried
and it's cool if you failed,
just leave me out
when you list the details.
Save the sad stories,
and how I didn't care enough.
Save the fakeness concern,
now that you're tough.
I burnt this bridge
and ran for my life yelling.
You entered the darkness,
craving what it was selling.

Ranting to a No one

I am no longer what you think I am. I am not controlled, bullied, impressed or moved. I am not one of you, nor was I ever. I don't ask to be liked by you or anyone for that matter, because you really don't matter. For too long I have placed emphasis on people who are ridiculously overrated. I have to laugh or I'll cry.

You won't waste my time any longer. Not another second will be occupied caring what I am perceived to be. What you think is not even close to what I am or what I will be. You'll see.

I've changed. I'm glad.

You haven't. That should make me sad, but it doesn't. You are you, and I am me. I am learning to accept that and not care anymore