Your words are paper,
paper which I have shred.
Torn and thrown to the ground,
left to rest upon asphalt in the blazing sun.
My foot covers them as I
disregard your sharp
bitter
perceptions.
You have no hold on me
No, not anymore.
I have opened my wings,
now allowing myself to blossom,
to blossom like and undying,
never-wilting flower.
A lily saturated with beauty,
a rose captured by sweet essence
and grace.
You will not prosper in your negativity.
Deep breath. Just breathe now.
Your shreds fall to the ground,
shred paper lying upon asphalt in the blazing sun.
I am a flower, acceptable for what I am.
I will not be your metamorphosis.
This is who I choose to be.
Author notes
Wrote this one about my dad. He seems to have a problem with me being "different". I always get the why-can't-you-be-normal-like-every-other-teenager spiels. You know, the one where he says, "You always have to be so different, you're always the exception. Why can't you just be like everybody else?"
Well, simply put... I'm proud of who I am. I accept myself for who I am and I will not change for him. We are two separate entities. I am not responsible for his happiness. I cannot create happiness for him, but I CAN control my happiness and refuse to let him tear me down.
Any feedback would be appreciated!
Comments
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Never let any one steal your dream or change who you are... your right happiness is what you create for yourself. You wrote a very thought provoking piece here. Thank you for sharing this today
Sean
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