My Bed Doesn't Have Thorns in it

You… you don’t get to laugh at my exposed soul… you have no right unless you have tasted the same salt that had been on my lips for six long years…

Had you walked using my feet and were able to do things differently, you could have gained my respect… Yes, had it been like that, I would have accepted every hurtful word you spew at me with my head bowed down…

If you think me weak for writing these words, that’s fine. Because there’s something I know that makes it all worthwhile:

I haven’t harmed anyone. That makes me better than you are. Thinking of this fact makes me sleep more soundly because my bed, unlike yours, doesn't have thorns in it at night.