I may not drink, smoke, do drugs, have sex or sniff a blunt

I may not even curse at the bloody hot sun

Does that make me a good person?

Or does that just make me not human

I am done with the day old dreaming

Where life is as perfect as I imagined

Now I am just one in this journey, I’ll survive without company

But how do I tell them “I don’t want you” or your thoughts or your opinion or your goddamn money

Cause it’s my life to live

Long or brief

This is the gist

I am not you

Not your dream

Not your normal girl in that mundane routine

Cigarettes don’t make me happy so why should I pretend to be

Drinking doesn’t make you sexy so why shouldn’t I live happily

So that day when you asked me to chug that beer all I wanted to do was strangle you

After all it was only about 200 times that I said NO THANK YOU