A Problem
Ok, so I'm a little dark
So I'm not as sweet as you would like
So I'm not the perfect figure you deserve, so what
Sometimes I don't see you as an equal
And I don't like you hovering over my shoulder like a mother hen
Sometimes I like reading about blood and guts, corpses and calicos, and violent times in history
So I'd rather be alone in the dark than in a room full of people
Is that why you can't stand me or attempt to tolerate me
Why you're so dismissive of me
Why you hate when I don't treat you like the queen you think you are
You just see me as a problem, a complication you never wanted
Like a pimple on your forehead, a hangnail on your finger
You wish you could dump me into a bottomless pit
Is that why I seem to be such an inconvience to you
And why you always try to avoid me
Maybe some of the things I do have a reason to be disapproved of,
But I'm not going to change for you
I'm not going to be your little robot, ready to serve you and make you happy.
I don't have to justify myself to you
I'm not sure what I did to get on your blacklist or why you seem to despise my every peccadillo and action
Or why you act like I give you headaches everyday
Or stab pincones up your butt
Or make your life miserable on purpose
But I'm not going to ask forgiveness for who I am,
Or will be the one to make amends
I will never go down on my knees and beg for mercy
Or will whine and weep, willing to give you anything for an act of friendliness
But deep down, in a part of me I may not know yet, I think I want to and really wish I could