January 20th, 2009 (08:13 am)
feeling: depressed
You want to be my knight in shining armor
But I’m no damsel in distress
And you need to get off your high horse
I don’t need saving
I don’t need anything from you
Not help
Not pity
And certainly not a rescue
You think you know what’s best
But you couldn’t be more wrong
You just can’t see past your armor
I promise you
This is no fairytale
And you’re no hero
Your holier-than-thou attitude is getting old fast
Faster than your judgments
Quicker than your sword
Which is sharper than your tongue
You are inarticulate
And foolish
And I know more than you think
You look down on me from that pedestal you’ve put yourself on
But the truth is, you’re scared
You’re just a frightened, little child inside
No matter how hard you try to pretend
And I see right through you
You are confident only in your indecision
I am confident in your ability to decide
And your inability to admit, or own up to, it
You may think you’re confused
But it’s obvious to us all
You’re not fooling anyone but yourself
It’s pathetic
And sad
And you think I’m the one that needs help?
Why don’t you help yourself
Before doing me any favors
Trust me
You need it