Sometimes I feel as though I’m unfairly judged, and though there are positives within me to behold, there may be negatives which make me seem like I am strange, weird, too eccentric, but truth be told: this is who I am, I proudly do not fit into any plastic mould.
I do not adhere to specific rules and such, I make certain to express myself, not holding back and following convention, there is too much to know and feel in life than to be anything other than your radical self.
I shan’t allow overs to bruise me, to gloss over my work, my expressions, because if they do not appreciate who I was, who I am, who I have become,
I will simply dance away, gaily prance off.
I could allow their whispers, their disapproval, to sink into my soul, to hurt my current moments and future tomorrows but I prefer to discard those feelings: I’d rather be strong, italic, and bold.