Don’t lose hope of how people treat
you or talk about you behind your back. It’s not their life that you’re living.
It’s yours. You were given it the way you want to spend it. Forget what people
think of the way you dress. Talk the way you want to. Don’t let their teases
stop you from being yourself.
Don’t kill flowers growing inside of
you for someone who doesn’t appreciate the way you bloom.
I know you crashed. You broke your
bones. You scratched your arms. Your ribs shivered making your heart a little
out of place. Your wounds were deep giving you some new scars. You were
crippled to the point of abandonment. But you, you were a survivor. You never
gave up. You rose like a phoenix. You picked up all the shattered pieces. Piece
them where they’ll work best. Made yourself inevitable.
Some people are quick to pass
judgments as if I’m hungry for them. They don’t realize everyone has a
different role to play, different style of living, different approach to life,
different personality and different everything. I never want the world to
embrace who I am not. I want them to understand me. To know the “Why” behind my
every move. If someone understands how my web of thoughts works; I am happy to be
accepted or rejected based on that.
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