For me or for them

For me or for them

not wanting to be the one who differs,

tormented because I don't want to be wrong,

but then at the end of the day a small voice always whispers,

"Is it for you or for them?"

That voice is wise but I don't listen,

the days drag on as a maintain my charade,

you like that? oh I guess I like it too,

that's not cool? ok I agree,

It goes on for months with the small voice at the end of every day asking,

"Is it for you or for them?"

does it matter,

do I care?

something's wrong 

but at the end of the day I hear my own voice asking tentatively ,

"Is it for me or for them?"

light bursts into my life,

who cares about them?

I am me and that is ok,

and at the end of the day I ask myself,

"Was today for me or for them?"

and I am able to say that I have a frame on my shelf,

and it says,

"Be you for yourself,"