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A letter to myself. |
In the end there is only one person you truly have to answer to and that person is the most important one to you. In the end you are the only one that will be there. Just Me, myself and I. I tried to gather all the friends I could before I died but I was truly alone and I wanted to cry. All those times I thought I was hearing ther truth, it was all just a bunch of pretty lies. I gave of myself freely and got walked on in the end. No one else was going to budge or bend. I guess I was the one who had to depenhd on me. I was concerned at point for what others would see and perceive of me. My character is clean and I have no regrets. I was as happy as I would allow myself to get. Should I want to be the one left behind because I am different? My views are not the same as yours? Should I hide in the corner because my look isn't your idea of beautiful? I can't be everybody's perfect one. I like things that you don't, I go places that you won't, I say things that offend you. I will not apologize for that. I am one individual that is just as unique as the next, is it that you are vexed by my personality? I look in the mirror every day and tell myself that it doesn't matter who likes me or hates me, because in the end it will be only me and my maker. I am a giver a lover, not a fighter, I am quiet,I am not a bragger or a taker. I will continue to be the way that I am. I see the same stars that you do, I play in the same rain, I cry just like you. I want to be loved and cherished like everyone does. I have come to the realization that in the end it will only be me, myself and I. |