Shoes of a king.

So now it’s at the sour part.
The: I’m going to expose you and make people that think they know you.
Even though you never knew me.
Cause if you knew me,
You wouldn’t want to play this game with me.
I’m holding my breath,
Biting my lip.
Swallowing my words,
Just so I don’t dig myself a grave.
But I’m not the bad guy,
And I’m not saying you are.
But why do we have to fight about who is right and who is wrong.
Who is the angel and who is the devil?
And how Daddy was right about me all along.
Nearly five years and that man never had a conversation with me.
But he was right all along,
Wasn’t he?
I’m a user,
Abuser.
Energy consumer,
Dream killer.
Yeah,
His right.
But so am I.
I can be bitter too.
I can act wise too.
See I dodged a bullet,
He didn’t like me because of the way I was.
Cause his Homophobic and Trans phobic.
And I didn’t fit the shoes of a king.
Maybe not,
But the fact is I never wanted to.
I know myself.
And I know where I don’t belong.