Breaking the Law

I'm not trying to hate on you,
Never meant to disrespect you
Never wanted to hurt you, dude
But when did love mean the same as hate?
And when did hate mean you appreciate me?
Because I always imagined appreciation as love
And now it's an endless circle, turning into the wind
Winding down into oblivion
And I want it all to end, but how do you end something
No one knows has started?
And you, of all people out there in the universe
Should know every lyric to every verse
That I write is the real me
The real Brie
And Brie's just a name, it's abbreviated
A nickname, if you will, it's fun to say
I'm not dissing who I am, or who you think you are
I'm defending my right to embrace my scars
Because scars made me realize the truth
No matter who you fight, the real battle is you
Accepting the pain is better than wallowing
Shutting up and swallowing everything
Or following a bunch of blind fools
Who don't know where they're walking
Do you know where your feet step?
Do you understand where your shoes tread?
This is dangerous water, where you think it's land
And you're getting involved in something you can't understand
Because you've never walked in my size eight shoes
And you can't pretend you could ever know who
I am, what I want, or even my history
Because you can't see through my eyes, you know nothing
And you were never there during the blindness
You didn't see me through my sickness
Where were you in my happiness?
You know me from history, and that's just that
History is everything in the forgotten past
It makes you who you are, no matter how you suppress
And I'm proud of who I am, you can't be my oppressor
Your words can't bring me down today
Or yesterday, tomorrow, nothing you say
You think the truth hurts, you got that right
Go look in the mirror and relive that fight
Tell me if you still feel righteous
After pulling the trigger on an immediate crisis
Tell me, do you still want to live your life
Knowing you could have helped me die?
I'm not looking for pity, or I'd attack you
I'd make you see the real problem--you
I'm merely pointing out your faults
In starting a war against my own flaws
I'm not any more perfect than you,
That's true
But I embrace my imperfections, I make them brand new
I turn them into beauty, unlike you
Next time you want to play a childish game
Think about who's the child, who's receiving blame?
I've got my shit straight, now why's yours in a curve?
Figure it out, then send me a message, in appropriate words.