You want a trophy for doing the dishes, once act like you babysit your own kids, call it help, I'm like "bruh" You'll interrupt me mid-sentence, then ask why I'm mad mansplain my own job to me, then wonder why it went bad You say you're "not like other guys" but prove it every day same script, different face, same games you always play I'm supposed to smile through it, be the "cool girl," never care while you do the bare minimum and I'm supposed to think it's rare The audacity, the gall, the nerve, the sheer entitlement you walk in with, thinking I'm the one who's here to manage your emotions, clean your mess, absorb your mood THE AUDACITY! TO THINK I OWE YOU ANYTHING! THE AUDACITY! TO WASTE MY TIME, MY ENERGY! I'M DONE SHRINKING, DONE EXPLAINING, DONE PRETENDING THAT YOU'RE CHANGING THE AUDACITY! You'll ghost for three days, then hit me up at 2 AM expect me to respond like nothing's wrong, like we're still "them" You want emotional labor—free therapy on tap but when I need support? You're tired, you're busy, "catch you back" Weaponized incompetence—"I don't know how to do that" you figured out how to lie, how to dodge, how to deflect but doing your share? That takes a skill set you haven't developed yet You'll call me crazy, say I'm "too much," "too intense" gaslight me for having standards—that's your defense The audacity, the gall, the nerve, the sheer delusion that you're God's gift while I'm supposed to persevere through all your insecurities you project on me as flaws THE AUDACITY! TO THINK I OWE YOU ANYTHING! THE AUDACITY! TO WASTE MY TIME, MY ENERGY! I'M DONE TEACHING, DONE FORGIVING, DONE PRETENDING THIS IS LIVING THE AUDACITY! I bent myself in half to fit your frame dimmed my light so you could shine without the shame I laughed at jokes that weren't funny, bit my tongue on what was true and all you ever asked was "what can you do for me—for you?" But I'm not your mother Not your maid Not your therapist, your teacher, or the mess you never made right THE AUDACITY! TO THINK I'D STAY AND TAKE THIS SHIT! THE AUDACITY! YOU REALLY THOUGHT I'D NEVER QUIT! I'M DONE PERFORMING, DONE COMPLYING, DONE WITH ALL YOUR GASLIGHTING THE AUDACITY! THE AUDACITY! Keep your "sorry"—I don't want it Keep your excuses—I've heard 'em all
