The Choice Is Mine

Hello world. The following was written 10/23/2015. The Choice Is Mine The fiery pain, of this murderous rage. Has me feeling as if, I am going insane. Those who refuse to allow me, to be me. Constantly dictating what they, think I should be. Trying to drag me down into your misery. No thank you, that isn’t for me. The more you push, the more I move away. I am not into, these games you play. Thinking you are the Guru and know what is best for me. Sorry, but I, am the Guru of me. I will think, speak, and believe as I do. No one will rule my world, especially not you. As I shut the door in your face. Your calculated looks of love, turn to hate. Unless I am doing, whatever you ask. A judgmental knife, you’ll twist in my back. If this is what love, means to you. You are more twisted, than even I knew. How does one learn to love, unconditionally? When all the examples you get, are egoistic and illusory. Dictated to you, with the back of a hand. You learn to do, on demand. I lived that life once, easily. Now Continue Reading