Quietly I sit and think. I cant quite grasp my concept on life. I’m judged and cursed for being too caring. And in the end taking advantage of. Yet, I don’t change who I am. Why? Because it is how I was created. I can’t stay mad, regardless the severity of any measure. I feel sorrow instead of disappointment. Never anger only hurt. One day I will be respected for my nature.
Everyday I am able to say through everything I stay true to myself. Even when I felt it safer for my heart to turn cold and bitter, I had to remind myself of who I was. What I live for and my hearts true intentions. I know its so easy to live according to everyone’s expectations, but that has always been my greatest conflict. At the end of each day. I am and will always be me. I embrace me in every way. Eccentric and divine in every aspect. But it’s who I am. I take deep breaths and smile. I have to ask God to give me a break every once and a while. Although I know He’s only invested in my best interests. I thrive off of optimism and prosper from sincerity. Dwelling will only increase aging and I have a lot to live for. A blossomed Rose. Vibrant and full of life. My thorns may prick only when handled incorrectly. But truly full of beauty and life.