Sick and tired of people assuming they know what they think is best for me.
I am exploring this world with no guidance for the sake of adventure.
Making mistakes as I go along.
While mistakes are being made, I somehow get condemned for each and every one of them.
Being told to change my hair, and even to wear makeup so I would conform to standards that are not my own.
Only to keep my personal demons at the surface that I want to be banished.
Crying myself to sleep every night for fear of my early death.
Knowing that life is still worth living, and I manage to somehow carry on.
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Joy Ergang
Avid poet and writer.
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