People blame me for my emotions,

For something out of my control.

I can't be blamed for my thoughts,

I don't choose to favour certain people.

You must accept me for what I am.

Yes, some things are up to me,

But why should I hide something that I find so important?

Why should I be something I'm not?

People are so quick to judge you,

I do it too. Nobody's perfect,

But some things have to be accepted.

I love him and I don't see why I should hide it,

I'm sorry I chose him, not you.

It's just the way it is.

That's life. It stinks.

C'est la vie.