Thoughts at 2am

It doesn’t take much to say that you are ugly, That you are flawed, A monster that no one can love. It takes a little more to agree with people who disagree, To just nod and follow, Being herded around like sheep. It takes a lot to stand up For yourself For your beliefs For your sanity. To shake off blind obedience And become your own leader. Sometimes, you just want to step out of your allotted space in the world And discover who you are. Not what the world wants you to become Not what is expected of you But who you are And what you are made of. Some people believe that there are no choices, That our paths are chosen at birth. Fine, But I want my path to consist of Detours and backtracking and double guessing and Uncertainty and hope and pain and raw clarity Because, otherwise What am I going to experience on my Pre-destined path? I choose to be loud and soft, Here and there, Cocky and humble, Beautiful and ugly, Colorful and dull, Real and fake, Content and miserable, In love and hating love, And most of all A contradiction, a.k.a myself. I don’t care so much as to how people perceive me, but More so how I wish to be perceived. I talked about how it takes something to stand up for yourself. It’s not gumption or support from others or even worldly wisdom. It’s knowing yourself so well that lying about what makes you you hurts. This isn’t easy to find either. This self-knowing comes Sometimes through an epiphany, Sometimes through a fortune being told. But most of the time, From asking the right questions And finding the answers you needed. Not necessarily the ones you went searching and longing for. This self-knowing Is unique to each of us, A blend of traits that capture us. I know this because, for the moment, I have caught myself And love every inch of who I have become.