Why did I even do that?
things that doesn’t define the real me,
but I do that anyway because
it is the easy way,
And I think, how is it difficult to be who you are, and easy to just go along with what the society tells you about yourself,
How could I let someone else define me? Name me? Scar me? Break me?
And mold me into something I despise,
Maybe because, what I believe in might not be understood? So, I fear that the way i define myself, might not be the way society will accept me, I fear being misunderstood. I fear being different, I fear of being who I am
Or, am I just lazy? When I let others label me with their judgmental stamps, just because I am too broken to explain who I really am or what I really mean?
Now, I don’t really know who I am anymore….