No!
You do not have the right to judge me based from the past that I have so long ago thrown out the window
No!
I don’t need to hear the mistakes I’ve done that I have already buried under every soul’s grave
No!
You don’t get to talk shit about me as I am carving out those exact words I’ve written on my skin because I once believed that. I accepted all those criticisms thrown at me - pleased everyone like as if it was on my forehead so that all of you could see. It surely did made you happy.
To see me suffer, watch me fall down the bottom of an endless pit. Bruised, crushed, broken, high, drunk, what else? Do I need to list down all those shits I’ve heard about myself to satisfy your thirst of dragging me down?
I was suffocated of all those words I had to travel three thousand miles hoping all of it will fade away like the clouds I’ve passed through during my plane ride. Yet words itself failed, it still haunts me, creeped me out at night, even the wind had the guts to whisper those words down my ear as I’m lying awake at 2 in the morning.
But not anymore.
I am not the words you’ve made up to drag me down. I am no longer drowned with other people’s thoughts, misconceptions, and fallacies. I have removed all remnants from false hopes of broken pasts. I’ve left it where it should be - 3555 miles away.
So no!
I give you no permission to tell me all the shit I did wrong because I have worked my ass off to make everything right again.
I have sculpted my soul into someone you’d no longer recognise. So no, all those words aimed at me won’t break me down. Not anymore. That’s no longer a slight description of me. It isn’t me. Never will be. Never again.