I am not a little child anymore and I
can speak for myself,
think for myself,
It’s funny that you failed to teach me how to be when I was little, failed to guide me,
and that I had to make my own way,
through the brush, with salt water burning my cheeks and thorns cutting my wrists,
you want to step your way into my brain and
make it how
you want it to be.
You want to twist my goals and ideals
so that they suit yours.
But I am not yours to customize.
I am not a puppet. I am my own person and
your beliefs mean nothing to me.
And you can call me brainwashed
and naive and
Yes, you CAN say those things, say whatever you want,
but never has it ever been
And I am more than what you think of me,
and I am more than these genes but
sometimes it’s so hard to convince myself that
I don’t have to become you.
Kayla Kathawa - a daughter’s worst nightmare (via ninakathawa)
I used to have a heart the size
Of the ocean.
Anything and everything could fit.
I welcomed strangers
With open arms
And accepted the freaks for
What they were:
I gave money to the poor,
For people who really needed them.
I thought that made me
A good person.
Hurts the same.