with my words.

i tried.
but you said i was incompetent.
you said i was incomplete.

i worked at it with all i could.
you said i had no creativity.
you said i wouldn't go far.

i had to entertain you.
you said i was preoccupying you.
you weren't amused.

do i own you with whatever i have?
do i make you seemingly pissed, that you had to resort to this?
do i make you hate me?
do i not answer the questions you gave me myself?

you don't.
i am what He's made me to be.

not you.