None of that

"I am a free man---and I need my freedom. I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company"

                                                                                                      (Tropic of Cancer, Henry Miller)

I may not be a free man but I still own my own dreams. 

So don't provoke me with talks of acceptance because I'm having none of that.

You say my heart is blind, that life is cruel, that God is just.

You say I only think I know better, that I am insolent.

You say I don't try.

But I am. 
You're just looking at it the wrong way.

Your way.

You forget, I have mine too.