I feel ya

I've never been one for breaking fine china. But this morning while putting the dishes away my dad started to "criticize" the fact that I never seem to wash them right, despite the fact that he has never washed a plate in his life. So to people who smash plates, I get it.

I have never gone over 90 mph while driving the car. But last week I failed yet another math test and ended up driving through the canyon after school for around two hours. So to the people in NASCAR, I get it.

Last night I fell asleep on my neighbors trampoline while looking at the stars. So to the astronauts, I get it.

I've sat here for 17 years waiting, hoping, to finally catch something worth keeping. So to the fishermen, I get it.

I have stubbed each of my toes at least twice in my lifetime. So to the people who curse, I get it.

Whenever I get angry and want to scream I lock myself in my room and slam my fists against everything and anything. So to the drummers out there, I get it.

I see so many people around me believing in one thing, but then living a completely different way. So to the kids who don't want to go to BYU, I get it.

My dad doesn't let me do outdoor chores like rake leaves and shovel snow. So to the feminists, I get it.

I constantly feel like my voice is annoying everyone. So to all the other shy people, I get it.

I am learning to let go of pieces of myself and strip away all the bad memories and bad people. So to the sculptors, I get it.

I saw him again yesterday. So to people who write love poems,

I get it.

~sasha fierce~