I am often called selfish, but would a selfish woman let go of so many that she has loved and cared for? Time and again I have given up my happiness for another.
Time and again I have died and yet others claim, I use people for my own selfish desires.
Why can't they see that my heart still cries out to others?
My heart aches at the words of others and at the fact they judge me without knowing me.
From this day forth only I define who I am, I will become deaf to the world and deaf to those that speak against me.
Yet I fear bitterness is overcoming me yet again.
