It’s time

It’s time

I’m about to get my shit together 

I’m going to do what I want to do

You can shout your words at me

But your words don’t feed me

Your words are low vibrational 

Your words are trying to trap

My resolve

revile me

Your words are trying to make 

Me double think myself 

Criticize my actions 

My- decisions 

My mind is afraid of the future backlash of my steps 

My unable-ness to properly explain

My path

But I’m going to do it anyway