Not Everyone's Cup Of Tea

Not everyone likes me,

a younger version of me would weep at that sentiment.

Now, I look at it as a badge of honor from all the wars I have been through,

deep wounds of past friendships and loves that were never meant to be.

The conditions of love were not ideal,

which was the issue - they were conditional.

If I did not meet the parameters of the nonexistent contracts,

their love would be revoked.

Can you imagine all the broken contracts I've had in my time?

I sense they painted me the villain or the issue they couldn't fix,

replaced me with someone who was more like-minded so they could have their gray little lives,

I see the world for all the colors.

If mediocrity is what makes you happy, so be it.

Sip your stale water,

my wine is too refined.