Too all you fools
Who used me as a doormat
For nothing more
Than to wipe your problems off on
Step all over
And then kick aside like nothing
I say to thee
Fuck you
You think you're so much better?
I can assure you
That each and every one of you
Provided me with more than enough
Whining, nagging, complaining
To last forever
You think I'm dramatic?
You've been more damatic than me
In an instant than I ever have to you
I am me
I am not stable
I am not even remotely sane
But that's what makes me better
I can admit my "flaws"
I can admit when I'm wrong
Despite how stubborn I am
I have my own way of doing things
And if that makes me so much more deviant than you
That you have to hate me for it
Then fuck you
Everyone has their errors
At least I'm trying to work mine out
Without using people as doormats