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Wednesday, July 25, 2012

I am sorry that I am not like.
What you thought who I was.
I am who I am and so.
I prefer becoming myself.

If you dislike it.
Don't force me to.
Don't scold me.
I am not the one who started it.

There was one day.
A sudden unknown text came in.
Saying you were my friend's sibling.
I don't recognize such a person.

You texted me every day.
You texted me every night.
You asked me about me.
You asked me out.

But I don't even know you.
I tried ignoring you.
I don't want to get involved.
With a stranger I never met.

When I said I'm not allowed to leave my house.
You texted me a disappointed text.
You accused me of not what you thought I was.
You accused me of being arrogant.

But it was true.
It was true my dad never allowed me to.
He told me to stay home.
And never meet a stranger.

But you got angry.
You scolded me.
In reality.
I never wanted to know you.

Why was I scolded?
For what you did.
I merely saying what was truth.
But it was a relief that I did.

You stopped texting me.
You went off just like that.
Thinking that I would apologize.
Thinking that I would text you.

But no.
I never even want to text you.
Why should I do that?
I didn't even know you.

I am sorry that I am not like.
What you thought who I was.
I am who I am and so.
I prefer becoming myself.

If you dislike it.
Don't force me to.
Don't scold me.
I am not the one who started it.

I'm still mad.
That there was a person.
Stupid enough to want something.
But blame others for what is not.