Monday, August 25, 2008

Acceptance

You say you don’t agree,
That my choice is wrong.

I didn’t ask for that.

You say I am on a rocket ride to hell,
That surely my actions must just be a spell.

I didn’t ask for that.

It feels sometimes like you beat me with a stick,
I know my choices will land me in the thick.

You think of me as crazy,
Hell you even call me lazy.

I didn’t ask for that.

I tell you what’s going on,
To share with you,
I tell you what’s going on because,
You are one of the few.

The few that I trust.

I don’t want your opinion,
I don’t want your view,
All I ever wanted,
Was my acceptance by you.

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