Finish Line.

Slowly but surely, I'll reach the end.
And when it all comes to an end, I'll be wondering how did time slip by me.
What I go through, you may not see it my way, you definitely don't know how I feel.
Put yourself in my shoes? You can't, you'll never see how I think, you'll never feel what I go through. Because I'm not you, I'm different.
So don't belittle my thoughts, I don't need your opinion.
I'm getting tired of you looking down on how I do things.
Just keep your thoughts to yourself, I didn't ask for your opinion.
Certainly not about MY life.