A Promise
Quite honestly,
I am scared.
I'm scared of who I am,
and who I will become.
I'm afraid of conformity,
and settling for less than I deserve.
I'm anxious to grow up,
To be "smarter,"
To be "wiser," and to
"Know right from wrong."
But with that, comes more
Responsibilty.
The "r" word that most
Cower in fear from.
I'm terrified to be in the wrong,
To upset others, to alter
Their way of thinking
OF MYSELF.
Isn't that funny? To be
Afraid of someone's perception
of YOU?
Why is that?
Why should I live my
Life, for someone that
(Quite frankly) doesn't
Matter?
I'd like to say I wasn't
guilty
But I'm the guiltiest.
I constantly think of others'
Opinions before my own.
It's laughable and
Heartbreaking.
Therefore, I solemnly swear
to think of myself and what's
best for ME before I consider
what she or he will think.
They don't matter! It's
MY LIFE.
And I will live it,
I promise.
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