You, how dare You?

  How can you treat me like that?

  How can you say these words, that are

  Like shards of glass, tom em, they make

  me bleed.

  You do know “ME” you know nothing

  About me. The only thing you know about me

  Is the way I act, and you hate it.

  You hate it so much that you are trying to change ME!

  Me who doesn't even know who I am anymore,

  The ME who doesn't even know me, YOU think you know me

  I don't know me.

  The fact that you think you can FIX ME, is laughable.

  How can YOU, a stranger come into my life, make a mess of

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  It and say “Ohh I am doing this for your own good”

  Like you think this helps me?

  Do you really think, that you have that power?

  The power to change Me.

  No, you don’t.

  I do admit I need some fixing, but are you the sole

  Person who can help me?

  no, you are not.

  I also do admit that 99% of me has jokes that many like

  And don't like, and then there is that 1% of me that you like, but

  That 1% is not me.

  That 1% of me is a made-up version of me

  So that people can like me.

  They like that version of me

  you, who do YOU think you are?