Apologeticsick

I'm sick and tired of apologizing for who I am whether or not I offended someone, I don't want to be hated. it seems as almost as if to be hated is like being banished to Antartica where the cold cuts through your bones, such a painful winter What have I become like a beaten down dog I put my head down, slither away from confrontation I used to be fun... I used to have *****. Compliments have become insincere and wrong because the way the mirror's light bends across my waist, has become something I hate my self doubts blinded my eyes from what's staring me right in my face This is who I am, I'll grab my shadow from my past before the day when it's entirely gone I'm going to yank myself up like a marionnette Hold my head high, and defend my honour from those who try to disgrace it splash cold water across my face to wash away my cynical beliefs stare into the looking glass and be proud of me