I don't exist for you.
I don't exist for her, for him, or for them.
There isn't a biological clock ruling my life.
My existence isn't contingent on fulfilling societal standards.
I wasn't created to fill a quota.
I wasn't created to perform, aid, or serve.
I didn't sign a contract at birth.
I don't owe the world.
I simply am.
I don’t owe my mother anything.
I don’t owe my father anything.
I am not them, although I am of them.
There are no expectations I acknowledge or accept.
I am who I am, not the best version, but one.
I choose to give my time, money, and love.
I choose to give myself.
I don’t owe you anything.
Nobody owns me, not even your god.
I did not choose my birth, my circumstances, or even to be alive.
But,
I will choose how I live, which is not for anyone else, but for me.
I will choose my own path because I am the one that has to walk it.
Not you.
About the Creator
Amanda Lyons
Eclectic stream of consciousness and dark surrealism. What photography does for life I do for thought, emotions, and experiences. The genres can range from romance to horror but my favorite is suspense.
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