There are times when I don't feel like it. You can't make me. You can try, but forget it, it's not going to happen. I won't buckle to guilt, passive-aggressive manipulation, or the silent treatment. I am me, you are not, and that's the way I roll. You don't like it? Then be you, but do it somewhere else please. I was here first.
You may have underestimated me. You may have thought my will would bend. I can sleep at night, knowing I did everything I could. Can you? Are you pleased with the outcome? No? Neither am I, but I'm done worrying about what I can do to right the wrong, to put the train back on the track, to pick up after the kids after they go to bed.
It is what it is. It's not what it should be. I am who I am. I'm not who you think I am.
I am deeper than an ocean, loftier than the clouds, stronger than a tornado, and calmer than death.
Who the hell do you think you are?
