To all of you

I'm not suffering with writers block,
I've just got too much to say,
To the only man I ever loved,
To the girl who got away,

To the family that I don't fit in,
To the mother who isn't a mum.
To the control freaks that I live with,
Who just try to ruin my fun.

To the best friend that I'll love for ever,
To the best friend I see once a week,
To the pig who chased me out of my job,
I've never felt so small and weak.

To the fans who read my words,
And tell me to keep it up,
To the friends in high places,
To have met you all was luck.

To those who lost me years ago,
To those who hurt me then.
I don't care what you think anymore,
I have nothing to hide or defend.

I'm me, I am what I am,
I've been everything that anyone wanted me to.
I'm older now, and I suddenly realised,
My life belongs to me, not to you.