You called me the problem,
but the problem is you.
I’m glad I see clearly now—
I won’t become someone like you. 

You’re blinded by your own view,
to the truth right in front of you.
I have a mind of my own now,
and I’m finally speaking my truth.  

I won’t appease you anymore,
I refuse to betray myself.
I’m done making myself smaller for you—
if that makes you bitter, oh well.

Raven Archer