Telling it like it is....

I wish i could keep it to myself.

But most times i cant

I really hate when men try to label me.

LIke they really know me.

There is nobody like me.

And there never will be.

Men just dont know that irks me to the core of my soul.

That some of them just assume they can take control.

That i really dont have a role.

To play in that game called Love.

Love...that aint real.

Thats just another word for pain.

Just another word for rain.

When your life gets dark and gray.

The color fades and goes away.

You cant make sense of anything....everything's a blur.

Its like everything is happening that should not occur.

Thats when i got to tell it like it is.

I have to let them know.

That im who i am and if they dont like it.

They can keep it movin.

Cause this lady dont change for anyone.

If this thing called love is real then why cant men say how they really feel?

If this thing called love is real then why do men think they can walk all over you like a doormat?

If its real then why do they just want your goods?

If its real then why cant they see you for who you really are?

Why cant they accept you?

Thats what i thought love was.

But i guess i was sadly mistaken.

I guess that love hasnt found me yet.

I guess its taking its own sweet time.

So for now i have to suffer through the lies.

So for now i have to sit and wonder why.

So for now i have to wipe the tears from my own eyes.

I have to tell it like it is.

I really dont have hope for the future.

But i know one day i will meet my match.

I know one day i will find that one...that cares.

That shows me just enough attention.

That one that cares about me and would sacrifice his needs for mines.

That one who just tells it like it is.

And we're on the same page.

And in the same book.

And we're both in love.