This is me...

I am not your tamed sheep, I am too far in comparison; but I am not your wicked ghost either. I am free-spirited and bubbly yet strong and ferocious. I proclaim myself as an angel but my wings are black. And yes, it’s either you like me or not ~ and I don’t give a damn.

I am bitter. I am conceited. I am possessive. I am greedy. Think of the most vicious adjectives, I may simply agree that it’s me. I am not to please anyone anyway. Truth is, I can’t live comfortably with your charlatan rules.

My life is simply lived the way I choreographed my dances, and they are sometimes out of the rhythm. Who cares, my life is my stage and you got yours; to each his own, as long as I am not stepping on your toes when I do my salsa and you your tango.

And most importantly, this is me ~ you may hate me but I am pretty sure, the people who love me are the ones who’ll cast that first stone on you if you try to get one step closer. You fuckin son of a bitch! Back out, you whore!