I have a problem,

but I can tell you exactly what caused it this time.

I have a problem and it was triggered by being told how to live my life.

I have a problem with being told that I'm wrong when I know I'm right, being told to see it through somebody else's eyes.

I have a problem with being disrespected and being told to change

when half the time the person saying it can't even remember my name.

I have a problem with being told that I'm not good enough, not cute enough, not smart enough for my goals.

At least I don't go around and shove opinions down other people's throats.

Don't tell me you think I wear too much makeup, I bought it.

Don't tell me I have a bad attitude when you're the one who caused it.

Don't judge me by my actions or what I say when you don't listen to the context of the day.

Once upon a time, I didn't know it was wrong so I let people make my decisions for far too long.

But now that I sit here and listen to you sound ridiculous, the only thing I can think is,

"Honestly, who does she think she is?"

Honey, you think you're all that and a bag of chips. You're Lays, half hot air and soon in the garbage.

You can call me out and talk about the rumors that you love to spread,

"She's not even that smart, spends half her time with a guy and in bed!"

"She's a hoe, a little slow, and doesn't know which way her life is gonna go."

"She's pregnant that's why she's always in her sweats, she's kind of an idiot and always fails her tests."

I mean, okay, you can say what you want. You can go ahead and try to shoot your shot.

At the end of the day, you got me on your mind, sitting front page. Have a fun time trying to hurt my feelings.

Have fun trying to take this throne from underneath me. I'm one step up with a crown on my head.

Every kingdom needs a jester and I guess it'll be you. But since you wanna trip, you should tie up your shoe.

I have a problem with the people like this, the ones that try to take you down and miss.

Spending your day blowing up my phone, trying to tell me all the ways that I'm wrong.

I have a problem with not talking back, keeping my salt to myself when I'm under attack.

My friends, they see it so often but they don't call it an issue.

The things they hear, none of it is new.

I have a problem

A rage problem.

A "Jade Problem"