Rant

For one time I want to rant, unimpeded. And after I’m finished I want you to worry about me. That you realize my rent wasn’t for nothing, but was for you, against you. 

My aim wasn’t to harm, but to let you see I care about you. And to let you see this is not you, that you’re not behaving you to what you say. That you’re acting, wearing a mask and you’re someone that the true you hates.

I want to rant, unimpeded against you.