Like every other person, I’m just a human. I love, care, hate, drink my cup of coffee every morning, I walk to school and then come back home more tired than ever. I’m afraid of natural things and I put my make up on and try to be someone I’m not, I write my feelings in to a blog and then I go to bed and dream all this away..
Isn’t that the way we all are?
But what really makes me who I am?
It’s the way I think. It’s these eyes that look at the world through my very on dreams and hopes and fears. It’s the way I feel and the way I’m me. The real person lies, not so far, beyond the skin…
Everybody has a right to express themselves: my hair might be green, I might love both girls and boys, I might have a piercing adorn my face, I might be tired, I might be fine… But nobody has the right to say I’m not allowed to be the way I am. People have tried, they have asked me to change but changing for someone else is same as killing yourself.
I wouldn’t be me anymore.
I’ve tried to change for someone else. I have wanted to be someone else. I have lived a life of self hatred… While all this time I had just been searching for a right to be just me.
I am me, you are you and no one can say that we aren’t good just the way we are.
Live, Love, Laugh and Breathe.
‘Cause you are allowed.