Im done...

Im done dealing with bull shit...
Im done being pushed over like a rag doll...
Im done having to be called weak...
Im done with my old self...

All of you can see that this is bull shit...
Only I can call the shots in my life!
My friends need endless thanks...
I myself ask for forgiveness of my ignorance..

Im done...
Of the system...
Of others rules...
With everything useless inside me...

Who will ever know that I was strong?
When will I ever know that I am not perfect?
Where did my life start going up or down?
What is my strength and weaknesses?

But...
Im done with this poem.
Im done truely.