I am who I am
I have no idea whether or not I wrote this - it was sitting in my archives and dated 22 December 2011. If I wrote it, it's me. If I copied it from elsewhere, it's still me. I keep my opinions to myself, because you don't like to hear them. I turn my volume down, because you don't like me being loud. I keep my dreams to myself, because they are different than yours. I live where I have to, not where I want to, because your needs are different than mine. I work to pay bills, not to enjoy my life. I have nothing of value, so I surround myself with "things". I don't dance in supermarket aisles, because I embarrass you. I am overweight, because you never liked me to be as slim as I wanted to be. I fulfill your needs, but you don't ask me about mine. I am the ATM when you don't have cash. I am there when you need me, but you are not always there when I need you. I cry alone, because you don't like my tears. I give you a shoulder, but y