Change

Stop talking.

But you told me to talk more.

Say something.

But you told me to be quiet.

Stop being so morbid.

But you told me to be honest.

Stop lying.

But you told me…

Be happy.

But you told me…

Be smarter.

But you…

Be stronger.

But…

Be better.

I want to but…

Be nicer.

Be meaner.

Be funnier.

Be better.

Be different.

Change.

Change.

Change.

Change.

Change who you are, because who you are will never be good enough.

I don’t know when their voices became my own.

Why can I not be me?

Why do I have to hold my head down as I walk?

Why am I so damn afraid to be myself?

Why am I so afraid to admit who I am?

Why does everything I face, each and every day, make me wish I were someone, anyone else.

Why do I so badly want to change?

 

 

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