You Think

You think I’m following you, I’m not.

You think I read a newspaper article, or read anything and I’ll change my mind, my choice, my route, I don’t.

You think I see someone wear a color, clothing, or the way they do their hair and I’ll change, I don’t.

You think you can sway me with pornography, sickness, and simpletons, you haven’t.

You think you can own me?

You can’t.

You think you can direct me?  You don’t know how.

I am faster than you.

I am smarter than you.

I know more than you.

I have done this,  lived this longer than any of you.

I can out wit you.  Make you laugh without trying.

You have to injury me to slow me down, so you can catch up.

I am prettier naturally because I don’t have to try.

I have more scars than you.

I think more than you because I can think.

You have been ass-backward all along.

You think you can get inside my head and know me?  You wouldn’t know where to look.

You think you know what is going on, you don’t.

You think you are telling me, you aren’t.

I am the one who is constantly straightening you out because you are wrong.

You will always be wrong.

You were never going to win.

Because I am not a game.

Hello, my name is Cherith.  I think better than you ever could.

Proven.

Time and time again.