A poem about defining yourself
I come from a past
I come from a past that, like every other human being, you wouldn't know from just looking at me.
My happiness is genuine
yet it is fleeting
and that is why, like everyone else,
I sometimes call it fake.
Underneath my smile
and your smile
is a thousand stories of pain
and maybe I have a few more than you do
but doesn't everyone think that?
I used to revel in my hardship by appreciating every shocked face that I greeted with the rehearsed tragedy of my childhood.
but I realized even I was getting tired of the story
the past may have made me who I am today but it does not define me.
I define me.
I define me with every decision and action I take in the moment I take it.
I've decided who I want to be,
and it is not a simple sum of events.
Every human being is an unique experience
so I'm not competing for the best backstory
I'm competing for the best gift
I refuse to waste my time giving ever passerby a recap so that maybe they will understand.
You don't need them to understand.
You don't need to explain your existence.
You already have the right to be who you are.
I'm guilty myself of caring too much about what others think
But I am constantly reminded who I am
I remind myself who I am.
I come from a past.
I am a present.
I have a future.
is a prequel
to the main story
and I don't know about you
but I'd rather live
than waste my life explaining.
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