There’s something about being called a problem

That makes me want to be maniacal

A menace you could say…

It’s just so funny because even though everything in me is pushing me in that direction…

I was not wired that way.

Too nice for my own good.

Always taken for granted.

What have you ever done for me?

Except leave.

And show me you’re shameless.

I have a lot to give,

And I know you know that.

Because you’ve taken it.

You’ve slapped me in the face with it.

And this rage I feel,

Makes me want to start a commotion.

And even though it isn’t in me,

I may start moving in slow motion….

Doing little things out of spite…

Because it’s happened far too many times,

And you are no longer permitted to dim MY light.