You know what I think,
what I really, really think,
or feel ... or whatever?
If you want to know,
then why not try and just ask me.
It's as simple as that,
instead of just assuming,
as I so hate that.
Am so sick of people
taking me for granted,
so to face value,
not bothering to explore or probe me
when unsure what I'm on about.
It feels as if you don't
really give a damn,
thinking you're better than me,
that everyone in fact,
a superior race with only you in it.

Well I got news for you,
you know ... that's so bull,
we're each as good as the rest,
though we may not always
no it ... see it ... feel it,
but it's so true.

If you can't accept me
for who I am,
see past my faults,
love the good qualities,
that makes me unique,
then as far as I am concerned,
you're not worth knowing,
being my friend,
so just you start walking,
and keep on walking,
until you've gone from my life
... for good.

Written: Thursday 29 November 2001