A Problem

Ok, so I'm a little dark

So I'm not as sweet as you would like

So I'm not the perfect figure you deserve, so what

Sometimes I don't see you as an equal

And I don't like you hovering over my shoulder like a mother hen

Sometimes I like reading about blood and guts, corpses and calicos, and violent times in history

So I'd rather be alone in the dark than in a room full of people

Is that why you can't stand me or attempt to tolerate me

Why you're so dismissive of me

Why you hate when I don't treat you like the queen you think you are

You just see me as a problem, a complication you never wanted

Like a pimple on your forehead, a hangnail on your finger

You wish you could dump me into a bottomless pit

Is that why I seem to be such an inconvience to you

And why you always try to avoid me

Maybe some of the things I do have a reason to be disapproved of,

But I'm not going to change for you

I'm not going to be your little robot, ready to serve you and make you happy.

I don't have to justify myself to you

I'm not sure what I did to get on your blacklist or why you seem to despise my every peccadillo and action

Or why you act like I give you headaches everyday

Or stab pincones up your butt

Or make your life miserable on purpose

But I'm not going to ask forgiveness for who I am,

Or will be the one to make amends

I will never go down on my knees and beg for mercy

Or will whine and weep, willing to give you anything for an act of friendliness

But deep down, in a part of me I may not know yet, I think I want to and really wish I could