Is It Me?

Been catching hate in my net but I never seem to regret it I never seem to expect it All of my people are fed up I get on the mic and admit it I am not trying to fit in It seem my tone never let up So I guess I gotta be different And I guess I gotta be bitchin' So when I get on to write it and spit it And lighten my feelings I type it while I'm kinda just spinning And I like to rewind every image Play it back and analyze written Messages filling up my phone Do they even know? I gotta know if it was a joke Written for me to atone Lessen my worth like a common tome Or show me if I did something wrong Say that anger was the prong of the fork All you have to do is talk, don't ignore I love and adore, but you treat me with scorn So don't parade my words around your phone like they were meant to tour I don't wake to waste time, you see All I need to know is, in the least lines Is it me? Is it me? Is it me? Passive aggressive Mad at the message In fact at the present I get it, I act like a peasant You mad at my ask like you a kid in a lesson At best, you a bitch who just guessing My emotions are not for interpretation Especially not over text, you intellectual vagrant Wandering the trenches of warfare, beware I never thought that you could be less fair Or pair a silver tongue with a poignant stare Rest assured, this isn't over Not unless I say it is Prep for more, this Winter Soldier Got me so repetitive I need to take a sedative To calm down, bet, this is The thing I got for medicine You got me stressin', bitch Put up with my venting, shit! Do you understand my pain? Do I need to reiterate again? I don't need you to reason I just need you to see How you using me for free But I wonder, after this happens so many times I gotta ponder, as the situation unwinds Is it me?