we live the life we choose,
we choose the life we live.
we grow up a certain way,
and as much as it can alter who we are,
the ‘growing up’
doesn’t solely define the person we choose to become.
at the end of the day,
i am who i am,
and you are who you are.
you being you doesn’t excuse the insults,
though.
you being you doesn’t explain your rudeness.
you being you doesn’t give you a right to mistreat the me being me.
you being you isn’t above me,
just like me being me isn’t above you.
you don’t get to hate me just because i’m not like you,
or just because i dress different,
act different,
smile different,
talk different,
think different.
yet you do.
but don’t worry,
i hate you too,
but you and i aren’t the same.
don’t ever think that the fact that we mutually dislike each others presence,
automatically makes us the same.
because we’re not,
and we’ll never be.
you hate me because im not like you.
i hate you because you push me to believe that being someone different is wrong.
you hate me because i don’t conform,
and fit in,
with the social norms you created.
i hate you because you made social norms,
that apparently,
everyone has to follow.
if they don’t,
you hate.
and i’m the first.
i’m the experiment.
i’m the one you hate because,
unlike everyone around you,
i’m not afraid to defy you.
i’ll never be afraid of you.
i will,
however,
be forever afraid of being so incredibly terrified of your bullshit rules,
that i change who i am,
so that you’ll like me,
or at least,
pretend like you do.
because in case you haven’t understood yet,
i’m not the barbie you played with as a kid.
i’m not the piece of plastic you had fun dressing up,
and building a life for.
i’m a teen girl who,
for so long,
wanted your approval.
i wanted you to like me.
if you like me,
everything should be alright.
i wish i could go back in time,
to change the mind i had made up,
because you don’t deserve the credit i gave you,
the credit we all did.