Perspective: It's the Bitches Birthday

I'm too grown up to see that shit. Tuck in your envy you unevolved one. I'm going to shine if it burns you today. I don't care how it makes you feel this time. It's my birthday year bitches. Tuck in your envy again when I walk past and look back and see your eyes roll back, I won't ignore it like all those other moments before. Snatch those looks right off the inside of your frontal lobe. I'm dangerous now. You are crossed off my list of people I give shits for moving forward, your ignorant processing of self loath inverted to cringe critic of someone who you were supposed to love and care for, it has caught up to you, fucking bitches. Not even bitches. We are not the same, judgement undue before, tongue held too long until now. I'm too grown up for your shit now. I'm the real birthday bitch.